Death and Life

My cousin passed away this morning. He was only 42. Lived alone, drank maybe, smoke a lot maybe, high levels of cholestral, blood vessel burst.

When I think of this, as well as how his funeral couldn't be at his place but at the parlour, because his mother is still alive and there were customs and traditions that dictate it as such, I can't help but feel tearful. And all the more I feel the need to do well for FYP, cuz of the people I hope to help indirectly.

Change, death and taxes are constant.

My life has just been hit with death and change. Hopefully(?), next year around this period of time, I will have taxes.

Don't ask me about the change. I hope everything goes back to normal soon. Pray for nolmacy.