Do you remember Shakespeare’s Life’s Brief Candle back in high school? We used to laugh about it, the antiquated phrases that seem to make a bad pun out of our invincible teenage years. Life’s brief candle, the title went. We muttered the words, to-morrow, to-morrow, and to-morrow in our mouths; threw them away mere minutes later. We are young after all. We are invincible.
We are young. We are supposed to live until we are seventy – old, wrinkly and out of shape. We dream of unpaved roads and journeys of life; we grow awkwardly into our twenties and wish that we know what is actually going on, never expecting deaths to knock on our doors, never realizing death could actually creep into our neighborhoods and ask for what we are not ready to give.
I don’t know you. I didn’t know a lot of you back in high school.
I remembered you though. You were that goofy senior who always seemed so bright and happy. You were and still are really pretty with that mega-watt smile of yours – you seemed to have it all; but we know that surfaces are only surfaces, each of us has our own stories to write. The only link between you and I is our one mutual close friend. She constantly updated us about you; your love life, your wedding, the choices you made – like moving to Laos and starting anew there – and we oooh and ahhh to them, feeling light-hearted and happy that girls from Convent Green Lane are making something out of our lives. We might have been melodramatic and bitchy at some point in our high school careers but we are still self-made independent women at the end of the day.
Yesterday that friend texted me at two in the morning asking me to pray. I don’t usually pray, but there’s always an exception. Planes are supposed to be the safest mode of transportation. The odds of being in a plane crash is literally 1 in 4.7 million. That means you are more likely to get pregnant from unsafe sex than from boarding a plane. But disasters don’t pick faces; and it’s really fucked up how things align themselves to provide the ugliest equation one could ever imagine. I am praying hard now. I don’t know you, but I am praying and hoping that all the bad news will go away – your friends and family need you still. Come back to them. Be safe.
“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.” – Henry David Thoreau
For those of you who do pray, please pray for Joel and Angelin Babcock. They were involved in the Laos Airline plane crash which happened yesterday afternoon. Their deaths have not been confirmed, so please, pray on.
Update: Both their bodies have been found, God bless them. They will, of course, be missed by their families and people closest to them. At the very least, they are now at a better place now. And one day, eventually, those who hold them dear will have the chance to see them again.