suppose Suppose life gives us only one chance, One shot, No make-up, amendment, nor improvement, Suppose every day is the last day, Every breath is the closest one to heaven, Every conversation, every get-together with friends and family will be the last shreds of memory. The fact is it could happen, Every day, every minute even every second, People strange or close to us leave us forever Because of diseases, accidents or any other reasons, Death is so true and real and not far from us. What if death takes us away in the next minute? In the last minute of remaining breath, Will we moan and regret for The ambitions and dreams to be realized, The loving words that had never been spoken to ones we care and love, Or the words that “the next time I’ll…” that were always lingering on our mouth, Or our insignificant and fruitless life? Suppose life doesn’t give us a second chance, Suppose death is always around the corner Suppose we are attending our own funeral. Life could have been totally different from what we are living now, We may have not idled away the precious hours, minutes even seconds, We may have done everything with our best shot, We may have cherished every friend and family member, And we may have paid more attention to the world around us, And we should have carved everything in our mind as if they are the last shreds of memories of the world. Think about it, And then take a whole new different attitude toward life.