Jun 2018
The 5 O clock sun hit me with the abruptness of a bird flying into a window.
I squint in irritation and turn to look at my laptop screen.
I stare blankly at it for a while when my vision suddenly adjusts to the reflection of my chest on the screen.
I look intently.
The image of my chequered chest rising and falling, very slowly, burns into my head.
Isn’t this why we do everything we do?
To lie down on a warm bed of wet mud and take a lung full of fresh air before we fall into a deep slumber?
I squint in irritation and turn to look at my laptop screen.
I stare blankly at it for a while when my vision suddenly adjusts to the reflection of my chest on the screen.
I look intently.
The image of my chequered chest rising and falling, very slowly, burns into my head.
Isn’t this why we do everything we do?
To lie down on a warm bed of wet mud and take a lung full of fresh air before we fall into a deep slumber?
Death is inevitable. We breathe everyday only to die.
This doesn't stop us from celebrating birth and life. So why mourn death? Life a full life and take a happy last breath!
This doesn't stop us from celebrating birth and life. So why mourn death? Life a full life and take a happy last breath!
