Savour the moment - Joshler
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Last published Thu, May 16, 2019
There are many ways that death can come knocking on your door. Slipping away in your sleep at an old age. An accident. Murder. Disease. Suicide. Some deaths are sudden. Others are drawn out. You can feel yourself dying, others around you can see that light in your eyes fading and there's nothing anything can do. That's the worst kind of death. You have time to go over your life and realise all of things that you missed out on. Arguments you left unresolved. People you never said goodbye to. Before you're even gone people are already in mourning.
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