Train
Everybody is afraid of something or someone. I hate to face my fears. and i fear it’s gonna happen again. I’ll tell you a slice of my story. There’s this one afternoon when i was doing something down stairs. I need to get something up stairs. A door was open, i saw my Mom’s cousin which is residing with my family for so long since he has no place to go. He’s crawling out of bed, trying to get something, he’s racing with his last breathe, he’s crying. I have nothing left to do but call my mom. When we got back, checked his pulse but everything was too late. I saw someone died infront of me first hand. I’m worried it might happen again. but this time it’s my grandfather. He’s 98 yrs. old, yes, he’s 98. He doesn’t touch his food for 4 days already. and i don’t want to face the whole episode i left behind two years ago and see it all over again.
There’s nothing I, no, We can’t do anything about life. It’s a train we can’t stop. We’re like fish in a sea waiting for the time to get hooked up. Change is one step closer to a new you. Time comes when somebody gets hooked up first. When a thing change, it molds and change you aswell. A man can build you and shape you, a man can also tear you apart and shred you to pieces. But what can i say, All of us is on the same train which no one can stop.
