Since I began working in my new workplace, I've become more aware of how fragile life is. One day, you' may be okay and in the next, your life may suddenly be hanging on a thread. With barely just four months in this job, I've already encountered four deaths of people I've just met and come to know. I know it is only natural since we are taking care of the elderly with no homes or relatives who would want to take care of them. Still, it saddens me that these people died without their loved ones around.
Because of this, everyday I have become more grateful of what I have. Even though I am not in want of too many material things, I have more than my fair share of love from family and friends. This pandemic has taught me the importance of appreciating what you have right now; because in the blink of an eye, what you thought will always be there can suddenly be taken away from you without even giving you a chance to fight for it.
Life's fragility scares the heck out of me. Not because I'm scared of not being able to do the things I want to do in the future, but mostly because I'm scared of losing the people who mean so much to me. There was an instance wherein I was having lunch with my family and we were laughing so hard about something, when suddenly, a thought flashed into my head. How long can this kind of happiness last? How many more of these laughing times do I still get to spend with them? Honestly, I teared up when I thought about it but I just pretended that I was crying because of laughing too hard.
Honestly, if we only keep on sharing love around us, the world will truly become a better place. It may sound too much of a cliche, but it is a cliche for a reason. It is because it is true.
Maybe my only wish if, God will permit, is to leave this earth ahead of the people I love. I wouldn't mind leaving early, as long as I won't be the one to get left behind. That is the only part of the future I'm too much of a chicken to face.
