fact of life #2 + #3

there's something about the hospital that can be so humbling..

may be it’s such a blunt reminder of a inescapable fact of life - death and illness..

the fact that EVERYONE has to go thru this some time in their life, either their own or one of their beloveds'.. and it happens not just to old people.. it's the young ones.. little ones, middle aged ones.. as for illness, not just cancer, but from scratches and bruises, broken limbs, burns, organ failure, heart disease.. every time i contemplate this.. my brain struggles to understand that this ‘concept’ is an reality...

i feel naive to blog about something that's so obvious.. it's definitely something that we all hold in the back of our heads, but the gravity of this fact really dawns when you catch fleeting personal glimpses of it.. this is without going into all the potential implications..

like..the whole baby stuff has the same effect on me too.. how they never cease to amaze me and i can spend hours marvelling at these tiny people.. Miraculous perfect blend of its parents… the fact that we are capable of ‘creating’ these little things that moves, grows, interacts, have personalities.. completely mind boggling..

so what does this all mean? a reminder to live in the now? a wake up call from a sheltered life? a never ceasing lesson to learn to live with awareness and not go crazy? or.. am i just struggling to come to terms with the changes in my life?

i guess seeing mum being unwell and YT's new born.. the juxtaposition of the extremes.. my concept of stability is threatened.. life is in constant transition.. and if i'm not careful.. it might just slip pass while i'm busy waiting for something more glamourous to happen..