I was riding at the tricycle on my way home. An idea came into my mind. What if I die now? This very moment.

I would not have chance to say sorry for the wrong things I have done. I would not have the chance to tell my loved ones how much I love them and how much I feel sorry for having them being disappointed of me at times. I would not have a chance to say "Hi!" to those people I have always wanted to talk to. I would not have chance to say what I wanted and needed to say and feel what I never felt. I would not have a chance to give everything I could have given to those who needed it. What if I died and All these things are left undone? What if I died at that moment and I would have no chance at all to say goodbye?

I have a lot of words I still kept inside of me and I have kept them for certain reasons. I don't know when I may let them out. When the right time comes, i guess. But what if that right time comes but my death came first. Who could open me inside to read those word out loud?

I have kept myself hidden so I would not need to explain myself. When I die and never had a chance to show myself, to explain my mind...who would scrutinize my brain and explain what I had thought of all this time?

I have loved in a diffrent way. That though I get hurt I still give myself hope when all of the world tells me I was already defeated in the battle. Who would try to love the same way I did just to find out where my hope comes from? And how I came to think of love as the most beautiful thing in life, when in fact it has been the root of my pain.

I didn't got the chance to think of what I could do. Death comes in a split second in our life. How will we make the things we NEED to do in that half of a second?

Live everyday as if it is your last.