The ball hit me directly, a bump on the right eye, then the teeth gave the tongue a little bite due to the pressure. They both were bleeding. Damn painful. "Why me?" I asked myself, 2 days ago.
Innumerous people were lying behind me, and maybe more to come ahead of me, but, why me?
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get." But why should I ever have to get one?
But I think I can change it, if I keep sticking with it, in one way or another.
"Yes. Fight and you may die. Run and you will live, at least awhile. And dying in your bed many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance to come back here as young men, and tell our enemies that they make take our lives, but they will never take our freedom?"
Different choices, different lives, but they still are lives, neither is superior to another, we all die naked, as we were born naked.
I would probably have done things better if I had the life experiences of age 40 or 50, knowing all the solutions to the whole bunch of messy around me, having a fulfilled life. But wouldn’t that be so boring? I can no longer smile back at my mistakes and rejoice, which can only be done during the process of life.
The joint of my little finger was severely injured today, again, it was a basketball. Why Me? That’s a question has no meaning at all, just like asking, what’s before the birth of the universe, cause "before" and "after"(time) can only exist in the universe itself. Why Me? It’s just me, cause I’m in the process of my own life. I could lose a book in an empty classroom, get robbed on the street, hit by a car… sort of things, but as long as I am living, life goes on, no matter what.