Life is a story and you are not the moral lesson.

Am in my sitting room, there has been a power blackout since I checked in from work. Am in my lowest of spirit, my fiancé has just sent me a text message informing me that she had an accident- was knocked by a car- on her way to work early this morning.

All she remembers is that she was just about three yards away from her workplace. What happened after then, she can hardly remember. She only woke up about forty-five minutes later to see two people standing beside her. She is bedridden and the last time she remembers she was walking in a street. Puzzled, she takes a look around and she realizes that almost all of her colleagues at work are there, her dad and older brother too. What happens afterwards is a long story.

I am trying to understand how life really is; a riddle that can never be solved. She woke up today just as everyone else did. She didn’t have even a clue of what was to happen to her. She was going to work but little did she know that she wasn’t even going to step into that office today.

Am made to realize that life is a paradox and we can only be thankful for every second we live hoping that we live longer to enjoy what life is to offer.

I can boldly echo Gilda Radner’s words on life’s ambiguity, uncertainty and unpredictability, a summary statement she once said. “I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learnt, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change , taking the moment and making best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”

----Inspired by my fiancee's accident.-----

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