If life really belonged to us, we could say: "I’m not going to grow old, get sick, or die". Well, we can say that; it’s easy, but it happens to us anyway. And we cannot even count on growing old; no-one knows his span of days.

     Once, while working on a tall stool, I stepped backwards to get down, but missed my footing and fell, unable to control my fall. The back of my head struck with a loud crack on the floor, and I lay there, thinking I was dead. But then I opened my eyes and …… wonderful! I was still alive!

     We don’t have to try to die; it happens to us naturally, and sometimes suddenly and without warning.

Life is fragile,

and trembles

in the balance,

like a dewdrop

on a lotus-leaf.