Living in the slums makes every day feel as if it was my last. Constantly
looking for food to survive another day. But this day is different. Not because
I'm hungry again. That would make it like so many other days in my life. The
difference about this day is that almost everyone believes it will be his last.
Today I am simply not the only one who feels this way.
Researchers all over the world have speculated for weeks about the
mischief-making comet, believing that it would miss the Earth. Turns out they
were wrong. At the firmament of heaven you can see it shimmering in a bright
red glow. Watching as it grows with each day, until the inevitable disaster
Wandering through the streets, I see all different types of people. At the
end, people show their true core, the side they tried to hide before. Suddenly,
they do things they never did before, because they thought they would have more
time. Before today, they wasted their time on trivial things. However, now that
the end is near, they regret this and do things differently, even if it is for
a single day only. Suddenly, they worry about people they didn't care about
their entire life. Disputes are gone today. This so they can separate
from the world peacefully, as if this one day will allow them to forget about
all the others.
Others have not given up on a life after the disaster and are hoarding
food, hoping they will survive by a miracle. One wonders if this will only buy
them more than a few days, as they realize that they can’t survive alone in
There are also the type of people who neither hope for the future, nor
repent their past. Today, they do the things they always wanted to do but never
had the chance. Daring things that could mean death. It's amazing how little
they care about today, because tomorrow seems lost. However, they all have one
thing in common. In every living being, this is inherent: they are afraid of
what might happen.
Today, I'm quiet, as isn't normally the case. It may be already a
habit for me, to live each day as if it was my last. To have no fear of what
will happen? No, that is not what runs through my mind. I'd be afraid of the
morning, if I had the hope to survive today. To survive another day, which is a
special for them, is just the same for me as every day.
It is ironic that my parents gave me, someone who never dared to hope to
survive today, only one thing. This one thing that has been with me all my life
and will accompany me until the end. It's as though they knew from the
beginning that I would make it anew every day, no matter how hard it may be. Maybe that's why they gave me this