Stuck

Remember the time, my first time actually, stuck in my college elevator cause there was a major blackout? Well, i do. The first time i literally felt like the world is closing in on me, in a very very long time.

Everyone was calling, thinking of their loved ones and for some of us, praying to God. In some ways, just hoping for one extra day to live. I may be exaggerating a little, but that's what happens in a crisis, be it big or small.

(Sorry for the poor quality pictures, taken with phone)

That's the thing, when it suddenly hits us on the head that this moment may be the last time we breathe, love is all we can think of. Hatred melts away and we're filled with regret of never appreciating the people around us, and life, enough. All we could think about is:

If only i can have one more day to live i'd do things the right way second round.
Yea, right.

For maybe like ten minutes, we learn to appreciate life and promised God or whoever it was, we were talking to in our head, we'd do things better, just let us live. Yea, right then, life was all we wanted, nothing more.

The hype of it last only until an hour after the crisis is over. Then we are back to leading our lives, being completely ungrateful and never stoping to think again, that our life could have ended right there.

I'm guilty of that.

I think it's been more than the fifth round for most of us. And i bet, most of us, are still taking things for granted, never appreciating every moment we have just being alive. Because we're to 'busy' to stop and feel.

What if the next crisis that happens, God or whoever you were talking to in your head, is fed up with constantly giving you another chance to 'do it right'? What if the next time, really, your time is up? Touchwood.

I'm scared.

kisses.