Life is so fickle. As fickle as everything else in this world.
You crack open an egg, a life is destroyed. Yeah….life changes in such simple strokes. There are hundred thousand of such simple strokes which end lives every day, every minute of our lives.
says I think about Death too much, and too often. But then, what’s wrong? Isn’t it the only thing that’s defined and definite in this indefinable and indefinitely fickle life?
Just like that egg. If it remains where it was laid and hatched like it should have, that’s a life. If I have it for breakfast, it’s not. It had to die one day, you would say. Yeah…that’s exactly my point. It’s the only thing I know that’s for sure is going to happen with me.
I don’t know if I am going to get that elusive promotion. I don’t know if I am going to be able to achieve everything/anything in my
. I don’t know anything, except the End.
They say reading a book becomes boring if you know the end. But Life is one such book, where we all know the end, but still the next chapter is a mystery. Because even though we know the end, we don’t know which of the strokes is going to end our life.
I don’t know how I am going to ‘go’. I fear the day, because I don’t know what awaits me. I just imagine the quintessential “Hell”-ish things people say I am gonna see (Ya…my friends are rude enough to tell me that I am, for sure, going to Hell !!)
I don’t know how many of you are going to miss me! But people, do feign a little horror at what I am insinuating and make me feel a tad bit more important that I actually am. ;-))
I am just imagining that if I am able to watch you guys (like they show the dead people in whites in the movies), I would be really sad to watch any of you cry …. but I know, it would definitely give me some grim satisfaction of being loved and appreciated (that is, if I would still have those feelings in me).
But what I would definitely LOVE is all of you remembering me with smiles on your faces (and not tears in your eyes), and to know how I touched a little part of your life and made it special (if I did). And I would love you all remembering me every now and then, and not just get away saying your usual RIPs…I will be a demanding ghost, if I may call myself that !
will be a little mad after reading this post. Might even consider taking me to a shrink for psychic help! 😛
But what the hell.!!!! Life is too short for having regrets. I don’t know what the next moment is gonna cost me. And I wanted to have this little heart-to-heart with all of you before I “go”….
PS: They say Earth is the hell for people on another planet !