Suicide Not Thyself
By Iwel, November 12,2006
I loved my life. That is, even before almost dying with two taxi rides whose drivers are willing to crash. I like the front seat, but not when we are to pass under a truck perpendicularly, or hit a car because the red light wasn’t seen and the brakes were applied a tad bit too late. I know that somehow you do too. But in case you decide to go meet with the embalmer, please don’t take me riding in your cab. I’d love it if you didn’t but I’d love it more if I am not anywhere near you when the idea bangs your head. I love my life. Very much so, thank you!
“life oh life” – desree
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This story of my son reminds us all that life is short. Life is not ours to keep forever. It is only given to us on borrowed time. The One Being who gave it may at any moment, takes it back as He wishes whether we like it or not. With certainty, nobody can stop Him. Everyone will have to go, ready or not, once that borrowed time comes to an end.
I know your time is precious, so, I will just leave you this simple question that I saw written at the back of a car (plate number PXE 880 named THE FULLNESS OF LIFE).
HOW IS YOUR
Think about it.