死亡

Death is a very strange thing... don't you think?

It's like a random stranger. You fear because because you don't know him. It's like a convincing salesman. You can't say "no" when it comes knocking on your door. It's like the food you hate most. One day, you ate it accidentally but you survived. The other times you might not be that lucky, you might choke on it. It's like a movie trailer. You know the show is coming. (My very random thoughts)

I attended the wake of our long-time neighbour, heard the stories the deceased's wife was telling my parents. He knew it was coming, he even told them what he wanted to be dressed in when he's gone.

Death is a part of life, and sometimes it comes with warning, and at times without. I don't know which is better? When you know it's coming, are you scared? Ready to accept? But when you don't, you don't have a choice to choose.