I may relate this line on one experienced I had. It was a race to death. A risk, a challenge. It was one event that woke up my sleeping soul.
Epilepsy, a nervous disorder characterized by convulsive seizures. Yes! I've experienced this. When I was young, I was racing to death. I am not exaggerating. The thing is, I am still young and think that illness is close to grave. Most of the time when I hear screams and shouting, even a simple scolding I got unconscious. I fainted. I felt I was walking between heaven and the hell. Then I will run as fast as I could with my eyes closed racing to daeth.
But my life was changed. From in between, I stayed down in my land. I went inside the a machine, lying down with lights striking in my eyes. Then one moment, all went black. Not realizing everything, I have slept.
When I woke up, I had light feeling in my body. My race is over. I'm feeling alright. I am not racing to death now. I'm racing to live....
