We hear about them all over the news, social media and quite right everywhere. I’m a sensitive person. I don’t cry very often, but things hit me harder than most other people. And many of the times, once I’m over the shock of the initial news, the only thought I can seem to have is that, what if this happened to me? or even worse, what if it happens to someone I love.
I’m not a stranger to the ephimerality of life. I accept it and I know that my life is going to end one day. What scares me is, what if it ends before I experience complete and true bliss, before I fall in love or before I do something, that saves the world or even one person.
Tragedy is real, it’s repercussions even more. And it’s varied. Living a unhappy life, is as much as a tragedy as getting shot by a terrorist.
I hope you never experience it. I hope you never know what it is.