Most Certain Thing

In these past few days, some people I knew had passed away. Their death were all so sudden.

It is such a mystery, isn't it? We always wonder how it happened. Yesterday we saw them all good and fine and healthy, and today they were gone. We looked for sign and tried making sense of it.

How does death work?

One day it took a baby that has never even been born yet. Other day it took a man just a minute after he went home from work. And today, it worked on a life of a mother while she was giving birth.

It can come to you too, or me, without us noticing. Maybe tonight when we're asleep, maybe 20 years later when we're on a plane leaving for somewhere, maybe we die in the middle of our prayer.

In this vague, unpredictable life, death is the only certain thing.

We don't know when, but it is inevitable. Something we can't escape from.

I hope we're ready when it knocks on our door.

Lost

You lost, honey.
You lost even before it was started.
You had no chance at all.

You should've known, but sadly, you keep hoping.
Oh, poor you, little soul.

The Question

What's your ability? What kind of thing that you're really good at? 

I've been asking myself those kind of questions. And I can't find the answer.

I'm not smart. I'm not rich. I'm not pretty. I'm absolutely not popular. I like to sing but definitely not good at it. I used to read a lot but not anymore. I like to write sometimes, but it's blah--you know. I like music but I just listen and know nothing about it. I am talkative, but not good at speaking. I can cook, but that's all. I don't like sports. I don't have that many friends. I'm not that creative. I can't draw. I am not diligent.

I can hardly find the answer.

Sometimes I look at people and the first thing that come to my mind is, oh, he's good at basketball, she's so smart, she's funny, his voice is good, he's so talented he can do anything. And mine?

What? I need to know.

I am not good at anything. That's my conclusion.