Woke up early today to go sketching at a mall, and it was interesting to think about many things I’ve gone through in life. I’ve had a lot of near death incidences since I was young, not by anyone’s fault, just some bad luck in some sense.
At the end of each of those moments, life seemed to rolled on immediately, because I had no visible scars, or nothing really showing the close shave.
I was recounting this to a friend, but I remember the people who have passed before. There’s nothing to show anymore even, because they’re not here. But the pains of the memories are still there. It’s hard to go on sometimes. But we just have to go on with it.
Remembering the days, the memories of before. And now living a day at a time.
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