When a friend is sick, you stop and ponder about your own life.
Is vulnerability a constant threat that lies in the shadows of our existence, lurking to pounce, so to speak, like a thief in the night when you least expect him.
Are we simply visitors on this earth, lacking any permanency to define our visitation.
This constant instability brings in its wake an anxiety which again spells the true meaning of mortality.
Hence, a baby begins to die the day he is born.
That’s the destiny awaiting each one of us.