When I read today on Facebook that a cancer survivor is going back to chemo, merely a week after I heard that the results on a friend were not good, I could only hold my head and think how lucky I am.
How lucky many of us are.
I couldn’t hide the fear either that reminded me that somewhere in this universe that is my own life lies a menacing enemy that threatened me before. A similar, although perhaps more benevolent, enemy as the one that is threatening the two ladies.
Does luck run out? Or do we run with luck? I don’t know. It’s a thought I don’t contemplate much, one I do not allow to take habitat in my head because if I do, the fear would overcome my senses.
The post this morning reminded me of how fragile life is, and as we stand at the edge of a cliff balancing our sanity a single gust of wind can throw us off.
Life is fragile. Run far with your luck so that your luck doesn’t run out.