The Game of LIFE, Part II

Sometimes I think that life is like a dream... And when someone close to you dies, it's like your dream is being taken away, and in time, you start to rebuild it again, piece by piece... I never know how to react to death, but I think I know how I would feel... Helplessness, confused, and I would question the entity of life itself - again, but I never know what to do, and what to say. I will just be. Seems like everything is appropriate and not.

If life is such a beautiful thing, then is death the complete opposite? Stand by for life. What if everyone is given a certain amount of time to live, say 29,200 days, maybe then we won't regard life as profound as we do now, least not as significant. No? Our days are numbered, would you want to know how much time you have left? What if you have a terminal illness? I guess everything does have its pluses and minuses, and there are always more than 2 sides of every thing.

Life is a miraculous miracle and I believe that no one ever truly take theirs for granted. Fun-knee enough, it reminds me of our childhood game of Hide and Seek...... And if one happens to think about it, then the magic is gone.