Hi, everyone. I hope you’re all safe and doing well.
Last Monday, I cheated death.
I don’t quite know how to explain it, but that’s exactly what happened. My family and I were on our way home from Baguio when our car crashed. You know how they say that when death brushes past you, your life flashes before your eyes? Sitting in the shotgun seat, watching as there was no way to avoid that collision, my mind didn’t replay a single memory. It just… went blank. Silent. My last thought was simple: I’m going to die.
Yet by some miracle, I didn’t—because I’m still here, writing this. I walked away from that life-threatening moment with only a fractured patella (kneecap). My family suffered only minor injuries, too. And whenever that one split second replays in my head—the one where I thought I was going to die—I can’t help but wonder if death would be kind enough to let me escape a second time.
I’m not even sure why I’m writing this. Maybe it’s because, as I sit here reflecting on life, I think about all the stories I still want to tell. All the drafts waiting to be finished. The characters waiting to be brought to life. I can’t stop wondering—what if I had died that day? What would become of the words I never got to write? The worlds I never finished building? My stories would remain incomplete, their pages forever blank. It breaks my heart, knowing how uncertain life is—how one day I could have all these ideas, and the next, I might not be here to write them. What a waste that would be.