93: Someone Wants Chaos

Death.

Something I never feared of. But at that moment, for the first time, I got scared. I wasn't scared of my own death, but for his — my uncle.

Sometimes I think, why are we even born when at the end, we’d just all die? I always wonder why beautiful things tend to end tragically. Just like life. No matter how beautiful your journey was, you'd still end up taking that one, narrow path that leads to one destination. Death.

They say, it's not the end that matters. What's important is what your journey entails. The moments you shared with your loved ones, the smiles and laughs you spent with them, and all the things you experienced.

Standing on the rooftop of the hospital, my tears fell as I stared at the dark sky, hoping that my silent prayers will be heard by someone above.

My uncle got into a fatal accident. He's in a coma, and the only thing that's keeping him alive is the life support system.

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