Today I came across a story about Franz Kafka, the famous novelist and a little girl who had lost her doll. It is so nicely penned that I knew it was just right to include the link. I am thankful to the author of the post. The most funny thing was, this came as answer from nowhere to a very personal and secret question that I could not ask anyone. I knew I was heard and that touched my heart. The mystery of nature is yet to unfold but I already sense the excitement of adventures in unknown territories.
Yesterday, in the midst of panic about health precautions, I saw the truth about death. Life is always at risk, we most often do not acknowledge it. Instead of saving ourselves every moment, why not live every moment with full awareness that this could be the last bit to savor. Each moment was a gift in the first place and the next is not a guarantee.