People are really going through unspeakable things, could it be consequences of our own actions or consequences of people with the power to make things right but failed to do so. I’m not trying to get political, it makes me irascible. But there’s this lingering question on our minds ‘Why do bad things happen to good people?’ I assure you, there’s really no answer to this question. Some people are just unlucky, others aren’t.
How do we avoid the misfortunes that come with bad luck? Or how do we avoid bad luck at all? Religious leaders would say have Faith, consecrate your ways for some sort of divine protection, watch and pray. I’m religious enough to say, that’s true. However, if we’re being realistic... the randomness of evil is no respecter of your religious beliefs. Sometimes, fear grips me on my bed at night as I’d imagine the last moments of people departed as I put myself in their shoes.
All I know is... tomorrow isn’t promised. We yet draw breath today because some form of higher power wills it so. My heart yet hurts for those that were hoping to see today but didn’t. Rest on... rest in peace.
The unprecedented damage that losing someone dear does to a person cannot be imagined, I mean... He/she was here a minute ago, and the next minute they’re gone for good. Memories of what was… drowns the mind, visions of what could have been becomes like a weight on the chest as the flood gates of tears open uncontrollably. At that point, nothing else makes sense… the human body and mind wasn’t designed to go through such emotional chaos. But yet, we face it, some overcome it and recover, others get used to the pain, and as always. Life goes on.
Truth is… bad things are always going to happen to good people because wicked and bad people are the orchestrators of unthinkable evil and horrors. And good people are always gonna be caught up in the crosshairs.
That or sometimes, a completely unexpected, unexplainable random and unfortunate incident catches up with them. At the end of it all, Death is what we all have in common regardless.
“Dad dad”, said Noelle as she ran into her parent’s room
“Hey princess, what’s the rush about?” said Vagnar to his 4 years old daughter
“I’m- I’m so done packing all my things for this trip”, said Noelle with a wide grin on her face
“No you haven’t”, interrupted Joel her 10 years old brother
“All she kept in her backpack was her bowl, cereal and milk”, Joel laughed
“Milk?” yelled Elizabeth their mom as she chuckled rushing to check the mess her daughter had done
“Honey, please try not to promise these kids a good time before they actually get to have that said good time. As you can see, their excitement is hard to deal with”, said Elizabeth as she returned into the room
“That’s the whole point”, giggled Vagnar
“Oh really, next time... you’d be cleaning up their mess. Noelle you soiled you backpack with milk”,
“No I didn’t mummy”, protested Noelle
“No she didn’t mummy”, teased Vagnar
“You’d spoil these kids rotten”, said Elizabeth sternly as she went into the bathroom
“Noelle, you’d ask mommy or daddy for help packing next time, okay?” said Vagnar as he hugged his daughter
“Yes...