Today was a tiring day in school till 9.30pm. tired out!Well on the happy side the hols is just 1 week away.
Yesterday as i was heading home from school. I was at the bus stop outside hougang point waiting for my bus to come. I overhead two uncles, probably in their sixties, talking about death. That people will eventually grow old and die. Otherwise one will die of sickness.
At that point i can't help but TO think of death as well. How would it be like to die ? People just stops breathing when they die. Is it the same as holding my breath underwater ? Where will i go after i moved on ? What will it be there ? I thought of it through out the entire bus ride home. The somehow or other i couldn't get an answer. I wondered if ever any one died and manage to come back living and tell a tale.
If i can stop i would.
Labels: Living to be dreaming
