A purse. An identity card. A shoe. A number. A ticker on a news channel.
That's all what's left of what was once a life.
A life like yours and mine.
Apr 21, 2012
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its crazy when you think about it. almost unreal. how complex the universe is, how fragile life is. to think if the flight was delayed seven minutes, or the plane had been thirty feet to the right 127 people would still be alive, oblivious to what could have been.. what now is.
ReplyDeleteHEy.. Indeed you have said it right, that's all what is left of life. With all our advanced tech and knowledge base, that tragic incident just could not be avoided.
ReplyDeleteAt times I feel I am some robot, working 9 to 9, head home, eat, sleep and start the next day ALL over again.
We need change, change from ourselves.
It's haunting.
ReplyDeleteWow, that't really powerful. what will it take for us to change.....
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