Death is only a fact of life we face suddenly, unpreparedly. There is not any possibility to take any kind of precaution. Most of the time, we don’t know the preciousness of our lives, of every step we take, of every glimpse that our eyes capture, of every touch from our beloved people.
Death is always ruthless. It really doesn’t care about how much you have climbed over the mountain called “life”. Though the world meets nobody in the halfway, it never leaves in the end. Yet again, in the halfway. We always have to be interrupted from a lot more we want to say, without even being able to whisper a careless goodbye.
Death is a phonecall you receive in the middle of the night. Death is a fear keeping you in the hospital corridors. Death is only dying, with no mercy, so much remorse, but always silence in the end.
Wake up, it is only too early to leave right now.