I might not be here next year. How many times have I heard that? Of course I never took the comment too seriously but I think about it a lot now. I don't really know how my Grandma walked around so happy knowing the things she knew. That older people die. That we all die. But it's not that which got me. It?s the way she can still live knowing that one day she would die. It?s the same with me. One day I will die. I don't know when or where or how, but it will happen. It has to happen to us all.
Now I don't know about you but after checking that through and even whilst typing it, it got me thinking. It?s so true I almost want to believe it isn?t, just for the comfort in believing it wont all end one day. But it will.
How did you feel after reading my rather deep and depressing post? Have you got anything to say that is along the same lines of deep thoughts?
Now I don't know about you but after checking that through and even whilst typing it, it got me thinking. It?s so true I almost want to believe it isn?t, just for the comfort in believing it wont all end one day. But it will.
How did you feel after reading my rather deep and depressing post? Have you got anything to say that is along the same lines of deep thoughts?