On Mortality

Over the weekend, one of my wife colleague pass away  in/after a soccer match. He is all of 42 years old. My sincere condolences to the family. In the not too distance past, when the median age of man is 20 plus and a common cold can kill you, to die at 42 would be decent and would be a grand old age. But in this age and time, when career usually start after twenty, 42 is consider the peak of one's life. With more then ten years of experience under the belt and another ten years of senior management role to come.

Such is the unpredicability of life, one minute you are well and kicking and the next you are six feet under. As always, an incident such as this provoke thinking of one's own mortality. I am of the same age group, obese and never heathy in diet. Lucky I am not too involved in sport, so I do not think I would die on a run-track but more on a dining table, haha.

There are places that we want to go but never get to go, things we like to do but never get to do and people that we like to say "I Love You" but never get to say it. There is this idea of things flashing across your mind prior to the moment of death, which I suppose could the chemical imbalance in the brain, brought about by the trauma of body losing entropy, that trigger rapid firing of the synapses. I have yet to have a near death experience, though I would rather not have one, but I would really like to have scenes of happiness and joys flashing instead of regrets and disappointment.

So while we can not be very certain if we get to breathe the next moment, we can decide that the next breath you take is worth taking.