A young girl was killed by a car accident last week. It began as most things begin. This minute she was just walking along the usual way to the office, texting a message by her cell phone, totally unaware of a fast car behind her back, the next minute everything ended with a loud tyres screeching. The accident scene was only one block away from where I work. I didnt see it with my own eyes but the very bloody detail of this accident had spread all over the software park within hours and soon become our mainly talk during the lunch hour. She was so young, merely over 20s with a whole future which was supposed to stretch ahead. This accident, once again, gave us a refresh lesson that how short and fragile a life could be.
Soon after my husband heard about this accident, he threatened to throw my MP3 away if I insisted wearing it on the bike. Unfortunately its one of a little hobby I could hardly give up, so these days I just walk to my office. This twenty minutes walking brought me a surprisingly experience. I never realized that pear flowers had already smiled in full blooms on the road and there was a field covered with rape flowers under that bridge. The weather was so nice and the air sent a scent of promise, freshness, and even happiness. My stiff muscles dont feel so stiff after twenty minutes movement. I came to realize what I had lost when I stopped daily work-out a few months ago. I start to pick up my morning yoga and so far its not bad.
For the last month, spouts of headache and insomnia had clung to me like a very bad perfume. Nothing serious about it, but still I need to do something about it. Perhaps a healthier life style is a good start.
