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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Life is achingly unpredictable. Or is it the ambiguity of this ride of a life that makes it worth living? Worth going through painful setbacks and seemingly boundless up-sides for? We never know who we're going to meet, who we're going to learn to love, who's going to love us, what our loved ones will have to go through, which diseases we'll have to fight, when the people we know are going to leave us, when we ourselves will take our leave.

It is only when we are smacked in the face by the reality of Death that we understand that we should treasure the people we so often take for granted because we really never know when anyone's ride has reached its cusp but it would be too late, too late for hello then.

Thing is, we know the truth in Death and life's habit of burning out but we forget. Amidst the hustle and bustle and while living by a preposterously unproportionate list of priorities, we all forget, even if just for a while, to treasure every moment we have to be with the people we know, who we might, if even by the slightest chance, never get to see again. Don't create the illusion that everyone's here to stay.

But then again, all we have are 24 passing hours each day.

So we have to decide. Who matters? Who do we love? Who needs us?

And then, start sorting out that lopsided sketch of priorities, and start playing Life's cards right- and live with it knowing you'd be far from regrets whenever Death decides to pay you or someone close, a visit.

Maybe only they remember that there's always time to stop and smell the flowers.

TonFlyingHigh!3:53 PM

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