Several Times

Since my youth I'm defiant to death.  Not that I look for the occasion to see it in the eyes.  I know that death will come some day, maybe in the next hour even. 

Death plays its tricks to those who seem to despice it.  Several car accidents were so serious that death should have been there.  My presence in very dangerous places gave death ample occasion to take me. 

I guess that everybody has his own, specific amount of time.  Or maybe we go only when that one thing is done for which we are living.  No matter how conscious, humble or neutral that one deed may be. 

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Feb 24, 2010