Thursday, August 30, 2012 @ 10:19 AM
The Dream of Death
As you look at the shelves of biographies that are showcased
to viewers at the library, most of these biographies explain their personal
experiences, thoughts and success. Yet, there is a minimal probability,
possibly none, that would tell a story on facing death.
I don’t have any suicidal intention but I want to diary this
moment, this dream, which I had gone through a few nights ago. I could not
vividly recall the whole chain of events but that few glimpse of thoughts make
me ponder whether that was the feeling of being at your deathbed.
All I could remember in my dream was that I was on a
hospital bed, pretty weak and sick. I
was unsure of what illness I had contracted. A few doctors were around my bed
and they were having a discussion about something.
The next instance, a doctor actually inserted a needle,
possibly as thick as a mini straw (that’s big and painful) onto my right foot.
That pinch could be felt, as if it was real. In a few seconds, I had
difficulties breathing and seconds later, my heart collapsed. I could feel the
suffocation compared to a few moments ago, where I was breathing regularly, yet
the next moment, I stopped breathing.
I tried hard to gasp for some air but to no avail. Nothing
went into my nose or mouth. My whole body was frozen like an ice cube,
forbidding me to make further movements. The doctors around me became panicked
and were trying to resuscitate me.
The next thing that I knew was I had opened my eyes, finding
myself in my own room. I know it was a
nightmare but it was too real to be true. Then, questions start flooding my
mind. I asked, “Is this how death takes place for each person?”
It is a must for every single living thing to encounter
death, some once, and others numerous times. Yet, that makes me understand more
about cherishing others, as well as myself. Thus, learn to cherish every day as
life is unpredictable.
That’s, what I just wish to share.
