I suddenly feel very skeptical about death. I suddenly felt like questioning myself - " did we all live just to wait for the very day that we die?"
maybe many people would say no. Most probably because we live to enjoy and treasure every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Imagine you're a flame on a candle, you may be burning brightly today and perhaps *poof* you're gone tomorrow. I really feel so sad for my mum's friend. AHAHS! At this point of time, you guys are surely thinking " IT'S YOUR MUM'S FRIEND! WHAT HAS IT GOT TO DO WITH YOU?!" Well, my mum's friend is kinda like a sister to me. I was really close to her since young. Yea.. when i was young, i used to go to her house for chinese new year and we'll visit the small, puny sized, grey-haired popo. She always had a smile on her face. Everytime i visit her with my mum, she would give me sweets and red packets! How lucky huhs? I'm not even her own grandchildren. Recently, i stopped visiting her, well, as you know, when we all grow a little older, things get a little more busier. Yea.. my parents were really busy too.. and now *poof!* she's gone..gone forever. It suddenly hit me that i will not be seeing that happy face of hers ever again.
She went through alot. Before she passed away, she had needles poking into her, tubes going into her. Hearing it from my mum's friend, my tears were already at the corners of my eyes. I couldn't bear to hear that she was actually going through so much pain before she died.

Is that what we all ever lived for? To suffer in pain, all sorts of pain? Emotional pain, Physical pain.etc To wait for the very day that we die?