A Gloomy Day

Today lunch, I was bowled over by an appalling news of an ex-colleague who gotten very sick.


Well, people joked that one could get different types of invitation at different stage of our lives. For example, when you were in your mid twenties, you probably be getting lots of invitations to weddings, late twenties and thirties, invitations to (babies) full month celebrations, when you were in your forties, invitations to your friends’ children’s weddings, and as you got older, you probably realized that you have lesser friends because you-know-what and probably invitations to memorial services.

That’s life.

But somehow, when it happened, I felt depressed. Or whatever word you can find in the dictionary that denote sadness.

Life is vulnerable. So vulnerable. So unpredictable.

Just when I thought he moved on to a greener pasture and life started to look good for him, he fell sick. He is a nice, simple guy, well-liked by all of us, and yet, such things befall on him.

Anything could happen to anyone, regardless you are a good or bad guy.

Live each day without regret.