Life is an all- encompassing word. We have different definitions and interpretations of it. Here is a beautiful essay of life contributed by a friend.
I was asked to write something about life. Well, I thought it’s just so easy I can churn up tons of things about it in a few hours. But when I touched the keyboard and I stared at the blank page of my computer, I suddenly don’t know what to write about. I am 23 years old and have an incurable disease. It has been years past that I was diagnosed with this condition. I’ve experienced recurrent visits to the doctor, survived a number of complications and surpassed emotional stress and psychological challenges.
One day, I decided to get enough sun by strolling at a nearby park. It was a few days after I was cleared from a mean respiratory infection. Walking along a grassy patch when I stepped on an empty, wrinkled cocoon attached to a dry twig. I mindlessly turned to a paved pathway where the growing hibiscus blooms in profusion when I saw something flew out from the bushes. It was a small orange butterfly. It flew from flower to flower, from a leaf to a branch, disappeared among the hedges and glided smoothly up in the air. That moment, I felt a mixture of sadness and envy. But what suppressed these gloomy emotions from building up into streaks of tears was the eventual understanding that to live is a choice.