Hanging by a Thread

Today is my 8^th Sunday at home. The week just went by ordinarily, just the usual day at home doing my routine. The pacing of my life as of this moment seems slow but I am definitely (or so I think) enjoying it to bits. Through all the days of my existence I have been living a fast-paced life that I couldn’t find a single second to pause and enjoy the beauty and bounties to behold. I have no time for that and I was too busy finding the easy conduit towards achieving my goals. And surely, there’s just no shortcut through that. The road to success has many re-routes and there’s no road that directly leads to that. So, here I am, still on the rough road that will take me to that soon enough, hopefully.

I found myself awake at a very wee hour this morning, around 2 a.m. I climbed to bed past 12 midnight and I’ve realized that I had a very light sleep. I couldn’t put myself back to sleep so I just decided to read a novel by Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die until I doze off. Again, I was roused by a very terrible dream and of course, I wouldn’t tell you the content of my dream. It’s just too repugnant that I was sobbing in my sleep. So, that was it.

I opened my computer and was welcomed with some pensive news about a young actor’s death. The death has nothing to do with me or to my kin but it is something that has led me to contemplate once more my values in life. Indeed, life is too precious. It’s like we are hanging by a single thread that any time it can go broken. The concept of death sounds very appalling to me. The thought of it dreads me a lot and it’s the very least thing that I can accept this very moment. As someone inclined to the medical profession I have learnt to accept that it is but part of the natural process of life. However, for me, this does not apply all the time. Death due to senescence is something that we can surely accept though not really with great ease but untimely ones is something that rips us off.

Sunday is a time for us to reflect within ourselves. This is the time for us to meditate and to listen to our inner senses. Today, I have just again contemplated life’s worth. For quite some time, I was not able to do that. It is so precious that we shouldn’t put it to waste by the way we live it everyday. As we wake up each morning, let us not forget to thank the Creator for letting us borrow dear life. Every second that we breathe without gasping for air, is already a gift. See? We are blessed everyday. Count your blessings instead of counting your woes. Live everyday to bits! Have a blessed Sunday everyone!