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life really belonged to us, we could say: "Iím not going to
grow old, get sick, or die". Well, we can say that; itís easy,
but it happens to us anyway. And we cannot even count on growing old;
no-one knows his span of days.
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 ÖÖ wonderful! I was
donít have to try to die; it happens to us naturally, and sometimes
suddenly and without warning.
Life is fragile,
in the balance,
like a dewdrop
on a lotus-leaf.