Suddenly, things didn’t matter anymore.
Failing grades, college entrance examination results, the pimple on my forehead, the broken mirror in my room.. None of it mattered.
Today, I woke up in the morning. I took a bath, and went to school. I arrived a minute late to the flag ceremony. Mailed my transcripts to England, and then filed for an affidavit of loss for my ATM card. I fitted for a dress for my parent’s 25th anniversary. I went somewhere else, and by the time I went home I realized that in between all the hours that had passed since I had left my room, I could have died at any moment.
I could have got into a car accident. I could have got hit by a stray bullet. I could have gotten held up in the bank. I could have fell down a flight of stairs. I could have died from cancer. My heart could have stopped beating. Maybe, I could have not even woken up at all. There were so many countless moments that could have ended in a tragedy but didn’t.
And I realized that I had a lot to be thankful for.
