Living

Sometimes you wonder if there was any thing that was beyond the physical self.

On that fateful day, the nurse from the hospice called me in the morning and reported that father was not physically responding when she talked to him. She asked me to visit him as things are not looking good.

So after finishing the testimonials in the evening time, i was there. Then i was told he went into a comma. It was a shock, and after standing there for some time, calls were made to the various relatives. And then, i whispered to him that i was going for my dinner.

And then he was gone in the midst.

Now as i think back, why did i do such a thing? Was it because the scene was somehow replayed time and time again until i became numb? Maybe i was heartless. Maybe i was unfillial. But there is nothing i can do that will change anything now.

That's the irreversible part of life; death.

Nothing you can ever do will change anything. No re-take, no rewind, no starting over again. And that was that. Done and over with.

And what if we were to die tomorrow?

Will we die with regrets? Will we be happy if we could conclude our lives in that flash of an instant?