I've come to develop this phobia towards flying lately - since last year I believe. I think it's cause I've been flying quite frequently since last year. And hearing about the plane that crashed at France made it even worst.
I bet none of the victims realized that whatever they did before that plane crash is going to be their last memory on earth. Everything will be buried straight into the 7000 metres deep into the ocean...
Some of them are doctor graduates, flying home to meet their parents, some are husbands, children, all flying back to their awaiting family members...
Sometimes it really makes you think just how fragile life is eh? One moment, you're happy as a lark, graduating from your doctorate's degree. The next thing you know, you're trapped inside this big plane, with 200 over strangers, all going to crash land into the Atlantic ocean...
And nobody can find your body...
Nobody even know what and how it happened...
Life's strange like that sometimes. Which is why I always say - Enjoy Life. This is not a dress rehearsal. No second chances.
Hate to be one of the victims, who were stuck in that moment, while the plane is about to crash - thinking about all the WHAT IFs in their life...
Why is this a 'happy post'? Cause I'm not there - 7000metres under.
And there's still chance to change the What If's to I'm glad I did it :)
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