Why is it so hard for us to be real. Real to our feelings or to be honest. Why is it that we hide, shy away, thinking that would be best for fear of hurting yourself, but in the end hurting others more in the process.

Why do we build a wall and when did we start learning how to. Our defense mechanism sure is funny. We become quiet and distant. We play negativity in our minds. We worry for the worst and before the worst can happen, we act like it already is happening.

"The sharp knife of a short life"

Life is that precious. We've been taking it for granted. We do not know when we will leave this earth, if we did, maybe we would have been more driven in accomplishing things we see as goals. We would live every day as if it's the last.

A friend or family member is that precious. We might have been taking him/her for granted. If we knew that his/her life would be taken away with just so much in the blink of an eye, maybe that would have changed the way we treated him/her. We would have spent more time with them than we normally would. We would have loved them every day as if it were their last.

Thing is we don't know the exact date and time. The exact way and how. All we can do is live with a little faith. Use our own discernment. Remind ourselves never to take people and things ever so lightly. Be sensitive. Be good people.

It would be better if the Lord takes someone away either when they're too young or too old. Young so that before you build a bond and begin loving them more than your own life, they're taken away and the pain would not be that unbearable. Old so that you've had a lifetime spent with that person, and you know it's time to let go.

Bala Nadarajan, you'll always be remembered.

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