The human body is so strong yet so fragile. What makes some recover so well from a life-threatening disease, and what makes some succumb to a harmless ailment, just like that. Is it destiny? When it's time, it's time? Does one die in order for others to live? Like a celestial agreement and contract you have signed? It's always been a mystery and I'm always intrigued by this.
When will I die, and how.
I find myself browsing through obituaries lately. I look out for their ages. 57, 63, 81, 56, 61, 57. Are our life expectancy getting shorter? Is it a good thing perhaps?
I think pain makes you think about dying. I have an friggin' ulcer AT THE TIP OF MY TONGUE. TIP OK. Where it's packed with nerves. When I speak, when I eat, when I try to dislodge a piece of food deep inside my mouth ( my tongue is my favourite toothpick sometimes), I want to die.
And since we're at the topic of pain and death and natural calamity, this is a photo poster that won me second prize in a recent contest organized by the agency that funds my research institute where I work.
I hope that doesn't happen. *touch wood choi choi choi*
So, to celebrate life and its glory, I shall make to go shopping with my prize vouchers. Woo hoo!
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