Mortality

Its funny how the subject of death once again brings me to write. Perhaps it is my muse? I certainly hope not...

Today I was reminded again how fragile human life is. I was watching the indoor league before my class at 1 - as is my wont. One of the teams consisted of faculty staff and as faculty staff tend to be - slightly older.

Couple minutes into the kick around, one of the lads no older than 35 (judging from appearance) collapsed. He just keeled over and passed out. His teammates tried to revive him but to no avail. An ambulance was hailed immediately and the paramedics rushed to the scene, trying their best to resuscitate the man. CPR didn't work - so out came the defibrillator. That didn't work either. His teammates were distraught. One with a ponytail kept walking about tears streaming down his face with an expression of utter and absolute shock on his face.

In boxing they say its the punches you don't see coming that hurt you the most. I guess its the same with life - when the unexpected occurs thats when its the most painful. I very nearly broke down in tears. I fought back the fiery heat I could feel welling behind my eyeballs and forced myself to walk away. How does life just end so? As I walked to my class I thought - life really is a fleeting moment. A short and succinct dream that can end in the blink of an eye. It could end tomorrow, today, now even! And I say to myself as I walk down the gravel path - life is for living - to the fullest, to the most. I could keel over and die tomorrow - but if I do, I sure as hell wanna put up a good show before I go.

“Every day has been so short, every hour so fleeting, every minute so filled with the life I love that time for me has fled on too swift a wing.” - Aga Khan III