I might die today. I might die tomorrow. I might die in two hours or in half a year. Maybe I die the day before my marriage. Maybe I die before I ever get to graduate. Maybe I die in my sleep. Maybe I die in the supermarket. Maybe I die crossing the street.
How strange is it that we don’t know when our lifes will end. How utterly confusing. This could me last day. This could be the last time I saw my mom or my dad, my cats, the neighbour who loves his garden since his wife passed away and the lovely lady who’s husband is cheating on her. How strange. I don’t know when’s the last time I get to see someone. How strange.
I could be dead tomorrow and I wouldn’t know it today.