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A silhouette of a stranger

divides the cable wires

and the rugged highway.

The afterthought

this twilight casting

petrified shadows.

Blurring visions

of the tempest tossed

are gathering storms

in his oblivion.

 

His quiet stares

from the sideroad

fills a void

among stratus clouds

sojourning distances.

Seeing past roadsigns.

Crossing through bridges

and some ditches

winding through,

for solitary meaning.

 

The stranger moves on

to wide open spaces.

Horizon travelled by

fading to endless

miles and miles- of his

counting cable wires.

Where ebbs and crests

of hanging raindrops

are waiting to fall

between his deep sighs.

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Somebody has told me how in his hospital bed, he is thinking of what will happen with the remaining minutes of his life.  His doctors had already given up hope and they already inform his wife that he got 30 minutes to live more.  Everyone in the room have already accepted the idea of death anytime soon. 

But the man on that deathbed, with his mind still intact, lying there mustering all his courage and earnestly hoping for another day. For another time. His heartbeat stopped, but the doctors still gave that 30 minutes for his heart to be revived.

Twenty nine minutes and the apparatus indicated life. With lines signaling another gruelling survival, cheating death.  The man in his afterthought, after that episode of heart attack, trace back how he spent his time on earth.  Then in his great resolve, decided that the remaining minutes of his life will be filled with happiness and love.

He decided to be laid back and enjoy more of life. To see  what’s on the other side, tucked away from his old busy life. A life then that is so competitive and full of time spent in work. But now, he travelled for some soul searching and talk with his heart’s content to countless strangers, who in one way or the other share the same longing to live their life to the fullest. And there he experience the joy of living. The joy of simply making the most out of every situation. The joy of actually connecting and not isolating.

He told me that we are the same. He told me, that even in my younger life, I ought to spend some extra time exploring life.  It is like him saying that life is too short to waste in hurting others or hurting ourselves.

I look past beyond this man.  And I can’t believe that here is somebody who seems to have been to many places will tell me how sorry he was.  That he forgotten to feed his soul of things that matters most. He almost got it all and what better could he ask for.  And true, money can’t buy all the true happiness that will satisfy you as a simple human being.

And after our conversation, I began to think.  I am thinking if I had been a good steward of my time here on earth.  Am I that conscious not to waste any more the time that is so short for destroying or building it? I am thinking that if I have been given the same prognosis, what will I have to do with 30 minutes? Maybe I will be the same man on his deathbed regretting if I could only turn back the time. 

Regretting that I should have been more forgiving.  Less of being a perfectionist. That I should have been more compassionate and loving.  That I should have been more open and more relaxed. Since there is no turning back and each day we endeavor on something, in due time so shall we reap the consequences.

30 minutes is all it takes for the man to re-assess the value of his life and recollect the things that matters most.  30 minutes on the treshold of another life and the scythe of death. 30 minutes to stop and start living one more day, inspiringly.

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