176th Post

Dawn approaches.

It's Saturday morning.

Most people are happy.
As it's the weekend.

But as usual.
I am here on my chair.
Thinking.

Recently in a movie.
A shinigami asked a human.
"What do you think of death?"

Indeed.
It has set me thinking.

What do i think of death?
Is it something to be welcomed?
Or to be feared?

Are you afraid of death?
Or do you welcome it?

Truth be spoken.
Everyone dies eventually.
It's just a matter of how and when.

Has one ever stopped to think.

Why do some survive natural disasters?
Or perhaps an accident which was suppose to be fatal.
While others die.

Is it because the grim reaper decides that its not their time to go yet?
Or it there some other reasons behind it ?

Why do some die very young?
While some can live to a ripe old age?

What criteria does the grim reaper use in order to decide that your time is up?

I don't know.

But on a more personal side.

Some will wish for death to claim them.
But when death does come to claim them.
Are they truly prepared to see death itself?

I am torn between the living and the dead.
Trapped in limbo.
Still deciding if i am truly and fully prepared for death.

Well.
Guess i may or may not have my answer soon.
See how it goes.

I may be happy to eventually leave this wasted life of mine.
Or i may not.

Guess its another day and night of thinking.

My thoughts.
Forever cloaked behind a veil of silence.
Hiding in the shadows.