When death comes....
The other day I was walking with a friend of mine from the university back to my house. As I was walking my friend was talking about how life has been unfair to him. Amidst all this I was thinking about something else. How does someone know when he is supposed to die. The moment I was thinking this, I happened to look down and I saw a lil bug on the ground. The moment I saw it I my brain sent a signal to my foot and I don't know why, but in that split second, instead of keeping my foot flat on the ground and over that bug, my foot landed on the outer sides of it and the bug happily walked away. A couple of days later the same incidence was repeated. One of my colleagues walked over a bunch of black ants and the moment I saw that whole bunch, I jumped over them. These events forced me to think as to when does death come. Who decides when one dies. The bug and some of the ants were destined to die had it not been for me to see them. It then struck me, they were not supposed to die th...