life is really a fragile thing. one second we're breathing, and the next, our body is just an empty shell. nobody knows when the hourglass is going to run out, when the last few sands of life are going to slip through, and then it's too late. too late to fix anything, too late to say goodbye, too late to say I'm sorry...
a teacher of mine was sick for many years, and passed away last night. and it got me thinking. did i appreciate what she taught me? did i ever say thank you after a lesson, before i shut my books and turned to my friend to talk? did i ever apologize for the lessons i disrupted when i thought that whatever i had to say was more important than what she wanted to teach?
and now it's too late to ever make amends.