visionlinethepoet
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Have you ever wondered, something that you enjoy doing might be the main cause for your death tomorrow. It might be your bike that you so much love riding that one unlucky day, you will get involved in an accident and end up dead.
It might be your car. That baby that you have named her Tash. The beautiful machine that you so adore that you can't let a speck of dust settle unto her before you take her to the car wash besides the road for a good bath and washing.
Again, it might be a drink. That drink that calms your tired nerves or relieves you of your stress. Or maybe it is food. Your love for meat. Sweet aromatic roasted meat. A friend once told me, “you know what Visionlinethepoet? Each day we are either treating a disease or growing it.”
It might be the food we eat, when we get older that the doctors will tell us to stop indulging. But can we really stop? Something must kill a man right. Yes, you heard me. You cannot know when you will leave this world. In one way or the other, we shall leave, the means of leaving are the only thing we don't know.
We are entering festivities, in the holidaying spirit therefore, let me tell you a story of what happened to a friend. I had a friend by the name Tasha who traveled to the Arab countries. She got there and realized food like meat is in plenty. Having been brought up in a poor background, she decided to outdo herself. She cooked a lot of meat and put it in the fridge to be heating it with the microwave and eating.
The meat got spoiled and she suffered food poisoning that almost killed her. As we eat and enjoy doing so, know that that thing you love, might be the gate through which you shall leave this world.
Isn't it?
It might be your car. That baby that you have named her Tash. The beautiful machine that you so adore that you can't let a speck of dust settle unto her before you take her to the car wash besides the road for a good bath and washing.
Again, it might be a drink. That drink that calms your tired nerves or relieves you of your stress. Or maybe it is food. Your love for meat. Sweet aromatic roasted meat. A friend once told me, “you know what Visionlinethepoet? Each day we are either treating a disease or growing it.”
It might be the food we eat, when we get older that the doctors will tell us to stop indulging. But can we really stop? Something must kill a man right. Yes, you heard me. You cannot know when you will leave this world. In one way or the other, we shall leave, the means of leaving are the only thing we don't know.
We are entering festivities, in the holidaying spirit therefore, let me tell you a story of what happened to a friend. I had a friend by the name Tasha who traveled to the Arab countries. She got there and realized food like meat is in plenty. Having been brought up in a poor background, she decided to outdo herself. She cooked a lot of meat and put it in the fridge to be heating it with the microwave and eating.
The meat got spoiled and she suffered food poisoning that almost killed her. As we eat and enjoy doing so, know that that thing you love, might be the gate through which you shall leave this world.
Isn't it?
