The Transient Life

After the passing of an ex schoolmate, I've been feeling quite distraught. How could I not be? A few days before his accident, I started following him on Instagram and we've been liking some of each other's pictures. There was even a picture of him, on the tracks, with the caption "I'll be back". I've always admired him since my secondary school days because he was the fastest sprinter in school.

On the 14th of February, he posted a picture of one of his cats, asking if anyone would like to adopt them. I remembered sending a screenshot of the cat to my sister, asking her if mum and dad would allow us to adopt one of the cats.

Later at night, I got news from my secondary friends that he was killed at the scene of a motorbike accident. I have to admit, I couldn't sleep well that night. I was up till quite late in fact. I couldn't even imagine seeing my life end right in front of me, or even being lowered down into the grave, six feet under. At my age. Without having the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Or to even prepare for it. No deadline. His life ended just like that. And all dreams, gone.

His tragic demise made me reflect on my life. Nothing much to be proud of; not enough to prepare me for the hereafter. My life's problems don't even seem that big now. I know God's scrutinizing my every move and my time's ticking away. A million years to us, is probably no more than a second to Him. Since our time on earth is on lease and limited, shouldn't we make better use of it?