It all started with Justin Bieber. “His new album is a banger,” she said while turning the volume up. She pulled out her phone, connected to the Bluetooth in her car, and played a song. She sang along, and her poor but enthusiastic singing made me giggle a little bit.
“What do you mean, said we’re running out of time, what do you mean?”
Better make up your mind, I thought in my head.
The music kept playing.
“I hope I don 't run out of time, can someone call a referee? Cause I just need one more shot at second chances.”
Here you have a second chance! Again, I replied in my head.
“Is it too late now to say sorry? Cause I 'm missing more than just your body. Is it too late now to say sorry?”
Nothing’s too late, I said it nervously.
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However, the question remained whether she will appreciate the second chance or not. I did not want to lose my friend again, but it seems impossible to stop her from taking her own life away. The word purpose stuck in my head. What is my ‘purpose’? Why do I live? Things that I did not question bothered my sleep. I thought being successful is what makes people go on living. But what about business man who commits suicide at the top of his or her carrier? Well, then the reputation can be the one. Then what about famous celebrities who committed suicide? Ok, I guess then children and family can be a prop to stop people’s life from collapsing. I read numerous news articles about the parents committing suicide with their kid. How about significant other? Can ministry be a purpose of life? What about the ministers and pastors who commit suicide? Did they not have the purpose of life? The train of thought interrupted my sleep. In my dream, I wandered around the dark maze trying to find Princess Ariadne ‘s thread that can lead to the entrance. And I hear a voice from the maze: “The purpose one can find in this world is like sand filtering through one’s fingers. Although people try to grab it hoping that it might sustain them, only their bare hand
“What do you mean, said we’re running out of time, what do you mean?”
Better make up your mind, I thought in my head.
The music kept playing.
“I hope I don 't run out of time, can someone call a referee? Cause I just need one more shot at second chances.”
Here you have a second chance! Again, I replied in my head.
“Is it too late now to say sorry? Cause I 'm missing more than just your body. Is it too late now to say sorry?”
Nothing’s too late, I said it nervously.
After …show more content…
However, the question remained whether she will appreciate the second chance or not. I did not want to lose my friend again, but it seems impossible to stop her from taking her own life away. The word purpose stuck in my head. What is my ‘purpose’? Why do I live? Things that I did not question bothered my sleep. I thought being successful is what makes people go on living. But what about business man who commits suicide at the top of his or her carrier? Well, then the reputation can be the one. Then what about famous celebrities who committed suicide? Ok, I guess then children and family can be a prop to stop people’s life from collapsing. I read numerous news articles about the parents committing suicide with their kid. How about significant other? Can ministry be a purpose of life? What about the ministers and pastors who commit suicide? Did they not have the purpose of life? The train of thought interrupted my sleep. In my dream, I wandered around the dark maze trying to find Princess Ariadne ‘s thread that can lead to the entrance. And I hear a voice from the maze: “The purpose one can find in this world is like sand filtering through one’s fingers. Although people try to grab it hoping that it might sustain them, only their bare hand