I got involved in a car accident yesterday.

It was raining, brakes didn't work, I crashed into the car in front of me.

And needless to say, my car is in a bad shape right now.

And would cost me a foot and a leg to repair.


But upon reflection, I keep telling myself, it could've been worse.

If it wasn't for the car in front of me, I could've skidded even more, and probably end up with my head in the lamp post.



A close brush with death.

In that moment, I could taste it on my lips.

This bitter taste of death.

And surprisingly, there was no fear.

Just regrets, of things that I haven't done, words I haven't said, dreams I haven't achieved.

And as it was raining outside...

Within, it just rained, of regrets.



I could've died yesterday.

And while I have the time now to think of who would actually come to my funeral and whatnots, I realize, that there must be a higher reason that I'm kept alive.

So whatever that reason may be...

It must have been important.

Important enough to remind me, that I'm not suppose to die, just yet.



A second lease of life.

I guess this is the time for carpe diem.

Yet, as remarkable as it is, I'm still not brave enough.

*Sigh*



- jess, cheated death -