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I just found out my godfather died Wednesday..
It got me thinking..about life, about the fragility for it, how easily it can be given, but yet, how easily it can be taken away.
It's ironic that things happen when you least expect it, and to the people you least expect it to, but then i guess that's life, and it's complexity.
I think theres no such thing as, 'it was not meant to happen though', life happens for a reason, things happen for a reason..EVERYTHING happens for a reason.
If there is a train or plane crash, and you were meant to be on it, then believe that you did not get on that plane or whatever for a reason. However it should make you realise how precious your life is, you should make something of it, make something of what you've been given.
It's just a thought...