Thursday, October 12, 2006 ; 1:46 PM
Yesterday I asked someone the question:
Are you afraid of death?
I don't know... no one really can know for sure the answer to this question till he/she faces death in the face.
I think so far I have faced death 3 times:
1. When I was about 9 when I was swimming. I was swimming, more like diving in the deep pool when someone sat on me. For that few seconds, I was terrified that I couldn't breathe and my lungs were screaming for air. Struggling about helplessly. I didn't think of death back then, but looking back it was a most scary experience. Well since I'm writing this, I did survive that experience.
2. Was when I caught dengue fever about 3 years ago. The symptoms of dengue fever were vague and similar to fever and common flu. It was a difficult time for me, couldn't eat otherwise I'll just vomit and fever. The doctors' couldn't diagnose the illness till the rash appeared on my feet, it wasn't itchy. Those trying moments, were kinda scary. When I was hospitalised, my sister thought of me dying. I thought that I was going to die, nothing the doctors' prescribed seemed to help.
3. Last night, I was crossing the road when I motocycle, I did not see suddenly came out of nowhere, sped past me. Only inches away from the motorbike. I felt a rush of panick and adrenaline. It was an awful feeling, thought that he was going to knock me down.
I thanked god for a second chance.
If a cat has nine lives, I believe that we too have many lives.
No, really. I believe that if we are meant to die, death will come. But if not, there's a great plan out there for each one of us.
So live without regrets and with responsibility.
We will never know when our time will be up, when that hourglass runs out of sand.
Shall go write a will. Just in case.
no lah, I don't have much to my name anyway.
Maybe a letter to all my loved ones:)
freaked out yet?;)
Dreaming of a new day ahead!;
Just making my way through the crowd