Sometimes in the business of living life, we forget to cherish it. Nothing reminds you more of it than seeing someone lose it. Yesterday while riding with my hubby on his bike I saw an accident. A common news that we read about all the time.....but rarely see it happen.
While the brutality of it was shocking, what rang in my ears is the cry that came out of the heart of the young man who survived the crash. The woman riding pillion, whether she was his wife, sister or a friend...was gone. In one instance someones life was over and another's shattered.
And no one could do anything about it. I turned my head away as we rode away but that cry kept echoing in my ears, the sound of anguish reverbating in my head. And as I held on to my life, it occured to me that it had never felt this precious to me before. In that instance, I was ready to forgive and forget all.
Of course I also realised it was the heat of the moment talking, that the next day everything would be somewhat back to normal. But I also realised that while we fear our death, I now fear for my death..seeing what it could do to those that will be left behind. Truely, I never understood what it meant to live for anothers sake till today.
I spent the night mourning the death of a stranger and even more the grief of another stranger. And promised myself to live a little more carefully and cherish my life more. Because at the end, a cherished life leaves better memories when I am gone.
