Revelation of truth. It was impressively easy to take in. Such was the ease that reminded me of a sponge - a second was all it took - for the impulses to be delivered from my ear drums to my cerebrum and for the nerve cells inside to decode them.
Truths always come when you least expect them to. (I know I said that for 'surprises' too) Not to say I didn't accept it - the fact that I didn't feel much says it all - but I can't stop questioning WHY.
Why? Why must it be the person I least wanted it to be? Why must we be tried, time and again, and endure the agony of seeing Death's shadows lurking within our vicinity?
I don't know if I have the courage to face it. Seeing someone in pain is as good as suffering from it yourself. For a few times I passed by the small little door leading to a flight of stairs which will eventually bring me to her house, yet everytime I paused, and continue walking straight, walking past it. What would it be, had I made a left turn and pressed the doorbell? Would she be at home? Would she display the vibrancy she used to carry?
The uncontrollable cell division. An impending danger.
And I'm here, as a student having studied immortality of cells, is unable to comprehend the work of nature, still.
I'm never to APPRECIATE it happening, despite being a work of nature. Because it robs, it snatches, it steals. Robs away a healthy life, snatches away promises one could ever possibly fulfil, and steals away expectations of the future.
Here I am, receiving the piece of news with a heart so calm which puzzles me.
Enlightment, anyone?
