12.58 on a bright Sunday

I did try to be always positive about things but somehow i can never detached myself from worries, concerns and more worries. What's wrong with me actually? I lived a better life compared to most people, do not have to worry about food, roof over my head and etc... and yet I find myself always unhappy....

12.37pm...i was running late for an appointment and dashing out the house like a wind, thought I could live behind a rather moody and unpleasant morning but I failed. I failed terribly trying to get rid of mom's crying voices over the phone. She was upset...and for someone who is not really worth the tears. But I guess she is as fragile as me... taking my things in her own hands and trying hard to be strong..

12.58... a loud bang and there i am crashing into a cement mixer....my mind were literaly blank before that loud bang and I realised that throughout the drive I was just thinking about mom....and her episode....

I guess it serves as a wake up call for me....life is really very fragile and I might be gone in that split seconds.....

Cherish my life is what I am going to be doing from this moment onwards...