Recent developments in my family has left me wondering..is it worth taking risks, loving, being loved, making plans for the future et al, considering the fact that you might not exist the next moment! My eldest cousin passed away at a perfect age of 27 in a car accident a week back and I am still not able to process this piece of truth. He HAD plans. Now all is over. why is it that we do not think of this possibility of being dead when we make plans? Can we not imagine ourselves dead? Am sure my brother never did imagine himself as being fully capable of belonging to the world of dead men...nor do i think! I have made alot of plans for my self..my career, my life with my partner...not even thinking ones that I might not life long enough to see any of these materialising.
But life goes on. It has to.
I wish my cousin's soul rests in peace. Amen