Angela

23 years old, attached, and loving my life ♥

  • 9th March
    2014
  • 09

On Survival, Coincidences, and Miracles

I must first apologise to the one or two friends that I have made on Tumblr, for never replying to messages sooner and for neglecting this blog for so long. Truth be told, I have just been very unmotivated to blog simply because I’ve been lazy and I don’t really feel like talking to myself for the past year or so. And then I neglect the one friend I know on Tumblr. If you are reading this, I hope you know who you are.

The motivation for me to blog today, however, is nothing to be joyful about. I did not sign in to Tumblr because of the urge to start writing again, nor am I typing this just because I feel like it. I am writing this post because writing is the only outlet I know for the roller coaster of emotions I am feeling now, or to understand the emotions I’m feeling now.

Facebook has been buzzing about MH370 since I woke up yesterday morning, the Malaysian Airlines flight that disappeared en route to Beijing. Search and rescue has been activated for over 48 hours now, and still no one knows what has happened to the 239 lives on board that flight. Some say the plane crashed in Vietnam waters, some say the plane might be hijacked. All unconfirmed news, unfortunately. All nothing but rumours.

While I do not have relatives or friends on that flight, this is a very real picture of the horrors that life has in store for us. All of my friends and family had just been in the right place at the right time. The 239 passengers and crew members, however, had not. They had boarded that flight looking forward to a peaceful night of slumber, and waking up in Beijing at dawn, only to be met with whatever situation they met with in the middle of the night.

Now five years ago, this piece of news would have meant nothing for me. This makes the me five years ago sound selfish, but if this were to happen back then all I would be is annoyed at all the #prayforMH370 posts flooding my Facebook feed.

But now, things are different.

Any one of the passengers could be my own family member. Any one of the crew could be someone I knew from school. Even the pilot could be a relative of a friend’s cousin. I myself could be on that flight, for vacation, for a business trip, whatever.

My beloved boyfriend could easily have been on that flight, since he flies around so much for work.

Then I thought of the family members of those who are missing, and I shriveled in fear when I imagined how I would feel if I got a call telling me a family or friend is on board that plane.

My imagination failed me right here.

I cannot picture what the next of kin of those missing must be going through this very moment. How frightened they must be, how terrible the wait for news is, and how much tears must have shed since the news had spread.

In a way, those of us not on that flight are all survivors of this tragedy. Any one of us could have been in the place of one of those passengers, or the grieving family members.

And then there are all the smaller news that floods the newspapers every day. While I am fortunate enough to not have to experience the passing (or missing) of a terribly dear one to date, I have heard of and known of tragedies that happened to people I know. I had an acquaintance, who I met at camp, pass away at the tender age of 16. I had a neighbour who passed away in a traffic accident. I have a close friend who is a rape victim. My best friend in secondary school is suffering from depression.

In one way or another, it feels like they have saved me from what might very well have happened to me if it hadn’t happened to them first.

I will bet everything I own that someone at KLIA is crying angry tears and asking God why He let this happen to their child. Anyone else could have taken their place, no?

It always takes something like this happening to remind us all that life is indeed very short. So very, very short. Worries are pointless. Quarrels must be resolved before bed. Grudges are a waste of precious time. A life changing event for some. Perhaps more. And a reminder for most.

So take the plunge. Go on that vacation you’ve always dreamed of. Go for that interview for your dream job. Tell him how you really feel. Tell her how you really feel. Apologise for that horrible prank you played years and years ago. Take a random day off work and spend it at home. Tell your loved ones just how precious they are to you.

Don’t wait another tomorrow. It may never come.

And that statement, right there, will hit me even harder in one of Future’s days.

Pray for the missing passengers and crew onboard Flight MH370.

Pray for the friends and families of those onboard Flight MH370.

Pray for a miracle. Pray that they are alive and safe.

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I thought throwing things away is a piece of cake, until I have to sort through this pile of memories. How do you decide which parts of your childhood you no longer need?

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