Life is such a fragile thing. At any moment, it can disappear from our hands. We often get caught up in the day to day of our lives. We’re always on the go trying to figure out the next move. We have to get to work done. We have to find time to relax. We have to explore new things. We have to make lasting relationships. And we have to do it everyday with just twenty four hours. Life is always on go. But while we’re running nonstop experiencing life, we often forget how fragile it can really be. None of our lives our forever. We have a beginning. And we have an end. But in the now, it’s hard to fathom an end.
That’s one fatal flaw of humans. We’re great at analyzing the past. We love to be present in the moment. And we dream big for the future. But rarely do we take the time to think of how it all ends. And it will all end. Sometimes it takes something tragic happening like losing a relative, for us to remember how temporary our lives are. And other times it takes our own life to truly be in danger of a close call for us to understand that we’re all mortal. We’ve all had near-death experiences where we feared for our lives. It’s good to remember what decisions were made that jeopardized your life. So what is the closest you have ever come to fearing for your life?
Here’s a short story on what is the closest I’ve ever come to fearing for my life.