Two Faces of Life in a Single Day

Today has been a day of contrasts one side heavy with grief, the other glowing with unexpected warmth. Morning news struck me like lightning the sudden and unfortunate demise of my UG college professor. It felt unbelievable, almost unreal, and yet it was true. When I rushed to the hospital, what broke me most was not just the silence of his lifeless body, but the cries around him his mother’s uncontrollable wail and his wife’s tears that seemed endless. Standing there, my own tears flowed without permission. That moment shook me to the core. I realized once again that nothing is permanent, and permanent is nothing. We may earn, we may plan, we may chase dreams, but when the Almighty calls, all we have built in this world fades into dust. Life is so short, like a candle that shines bright for a while and then disappears, leaving us with memories and lessons.
While I was still wrapped in this thought, evening arrived with a different face of life. Yesterday, I had met someone for the first time. Strangely, today I found myself sharing personal thoughts and stories with him things I had never shared with even my closest friend of ten years. I still don’t know what pushed me to open up. Normally, I guard my life like a locked diary, but this time the pages just turned themselves. We shared stories, we ate, we had a small ride, and ended it with a coffee that somehow felt larger than life.

I laughed at myself later here I am, always teaching my students to keep their circle small, yet today I wished to draw my circle a little bigger, maybe add an extra line or two. Because life, after all, is about people who come and go, and sometimes about the rare ones who make us forget how short life is.

Two incidents in one day one reminded me that life is fragile, the other reminded me that life is also worth living with open hearts. Perhaps that is the balance: pain and joy, loss and gain, silence and laughter. If morning taught me how short life is, evening showed me how wide it can be.

As I end this day, I carry both emotions with me tears for my professor who left too soon, and smiles for a new connection that entered my life. Life, I realize, is a funny classroom where the lessons never stop.

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