You know how sometimes you have that mini-intuition that you just shrug it off, I did that today. My brother turned 9 today, first thing I did in the morning was asked him what he wants for his birthday.
“A box of chocolate is enough … you can’t buy me what I want anyway,” he said smiling sarcastically and I just smile a little smile. Being a gym freak that I am my must do activity was to gym and finish my work so I can spend time with my little brother.
After that many hours of planning what to do for next week’s calendar, photographer schedule, I came up for a power nap. Few calls that I could have answered but decided to just stay in my deep sleep mode, woke up late, missed the class. And there I was just deciding, okay to go or to stay, I went ahead anyway. I need that box of chocolate and I could do some running.
I called my mom while walking into the car just like every other day, we plan the whole evening, my dad was taking his nap. It’s amazing how five minutes from that phone call, life can actually be full of the unexpected.
Driving out of the street, I was quite far behind this power shovel truck, it went up the tall bridge down to the road and on the way up to mini-bridge. I decided to wait a little far behind … the truck went up the bridge looks like it’s driving down just that it was driving down my way.
Honk after honk and no time to even take out my seat belt, the shovel just crash straight into my newly fixed car. Honestly, I never knew what it means when people say life flashes before your eyes and people who really knows me know that I hardly get scared of things. Dare me whatever and I’ll do it.
But sitting in that seat just looking that a huge rusty shovel coming at you, all I thought of was how I am going to miss my brother’s birthday, I thought about my family, you know it was a series of things that I love. I even blinked about how happy I felt last night and I remember when it was slowly crushing in, I thought about how I’m so young and I want to live.
Yes, I am still here, obviously I am blogging. If anything were to happen to me I guess I won’t be wondering about life as much as I do now but because I’m so fortunate that I didn’t even get a scratch, it traumatized me quite a bit.
I love. I am this eccentric girl with weird tastes who gets excited about every mini-things and events in life from a song to people to seeing green balloons in a restaurant, a long with that I have a big heart full of love. When I saw my dad, I know he was going to give me a bit of hard time out of concern and the thought of losing me.
A big drama queen who always keeps her cool and is not emotions friendly is now officially emotional. I am glad that I am alive but the thought of my life being taken away, still scares me. I know I will be fine in time but I also know that living life on the fast lane is not going to do me any good.
Twenty-four hours is definitely too less, spending almost all of my day researching, reading, more reading, and writing, eating lunch in my office is not exactly how I want my life to be either. From this moment on, my car would no longer be my closet because you know what, I actually want to enjoy a long shower at home and take my own sweet time without having to worry if I’m going to be late to see my friends.
I remember I used to say, “You never know what’s going to happen tomorrow, so just live it like there’s no tomorrow.” Cliche saying you say, I agree yet I was right at least in my own case. I have no regrets except I would if I don’t continue dancing like a kangaroo, talking non-sense once in a while, sending a text message to my girlfriends every morning, eating pasta as breakfast, and tease my brother and his lame dog, or mingle with new people, and much more.
P.S. To people who constantly say, “I’ll be glad if I can live till 50, that’s enough for me,” or “I’m not scared of death.” I know that when the moment arise, you wouldn’t be thinking about death, more like how much you want to live.
OMG! Glad you’re okay!