This past weekend, a friend of mine in indiana died. He was only eighteen and the only thing I can think about is how short our lives are in the continuum of time. But then I visualize the hundreds of thousands of children that have been diagnosed with terminal diseases. Children dying at the age of six, but accepting it with a fierce resolve that implies the wiseness of those particular souls.
Is life fair?
Never.
Does life revolve around equality?
We think it should, but, in fact, it does not.
But whilst I leave this heartwrenching fact to toil in your mind, I want you to remember something that was said by Father Alfred D'Souza (the inspirational writer/philosopher that said "Dance as though no one is watching you, Love as though you have never been hurt before...") which goes like this, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life".
Itb,
Vanna
