One day, you wake up to news that your friend has leukaemia. The world comes to a standstill and it's all system shut down. It's like being in a vacuum, you feel breathless like your air supply will run out any second. And you feel around you, three hundred and sixty degrees with no one, no pillars to hold, feeling faint.
And this is the moment you truly experience the saying, "Do not fret over the small stuffs in life". All these tantrums, emotional mood swings, being overly-sensitive to things you hear and choose to interpret as rudeness or insults. Do we really have time to find reasons to frown upon?
I know he will do fine. It's a passing phase, a challenge of Love and strength. But I questioned this evening, why him? Why someone who seems the healthiest, most health conscious and exercises regularly? Why someone whom so many of us care for?
My heart was truly shattered today.
