The End of a Life

One of my close relative just passed away this evening, one of my close 'aunt'. Just came back from the hospital and i am still in a state of shock. Not literally shock, but just can't really accept it. She was a great fighter, a great fighter who fought her way through cancer. As her cancer had spread across her entire body, her organs started failing, one by one. It was really depressed to see her lying on the hospital bed, head tilted sideways, the outline of her petite and weak body.

At that moment i felt scared, scared of death. I realised that i am not one who can face it easily. I really wonder, is there really a life after death? The feeling of death really makes me shiver. I figured out that life is short. Though you may be able to live till 99, you wouldn't know when a tragedy will strike. When it strikes you, it will be useless to ask, "Why me?"

Life is short. Live your life to the fullest. Make everyday meaningful, be it helping your mum out housework, or make a child laugh. Don't be stingy to make people smile, be generous. Every minute counts and work towards your goals in life. I think i have learnt another lesson, about life.