Hello there! Once again, I left too much time go by without writing here.
Anyway, I'm now 27 years old and although I still see everything and everyone that I did before, I also learned how to interpret things better, especially dreams.
I have also learned something quite peculiar about death: everyone and every living being in this planet has a clock.
A predetermined clock that begins ticking when you're born and only stops when you're dead. However, no clock looks the same. Some have more numbers than others and sone work faster than others. How we live affects how our clock works. Sometimes, clocks stop before they should, meaning that someone had a premature death. And on other times, it continues to work even after it was supposed to stop, meaning that someone lived far longer than expected.
When I learned about the clocks, I found that my own had stopped for a short amount of time when I was younger, more exactly when I was 4 years old. Exactly when I had my first surgery. At that time I remember seeing a little girl of almost my age in the operation room. I didn't know the meaning then, but I do now. (I'll talk about her on a different post)
So, when my clock stopped shortly at that time, it meant that I almost died at 4 years old, but I somehow managed to survive. That stop however is marked on my clock and so is every time that I attempted or contemplated suicide.
In the end, I learned that our time may be predetermined in this world, however, how we live and our choices may and can always alter that time. Nothing is set in stone. Or clocks, in this case. 😉
Kindly,
The Raven
