Crimson Heavens

I got a news from home about an incident which might be considered to be a disaster to some members of the family involved. And yes, it did involve me, indirectly, in a way, sorta, because it involves people who are close to me. It got me all disturbed in a way, and it reminded me about my own experience when my grandpapa died and I almost didn’t have anything to my name.

It is a wonder how people can change almost overnight after a tragedy. From a happy person to a very depressed one, from a complete brat to someone so sweet and humble, from a person who seemed to be always in control to a nervous wreck.

Sometimes, after a major disaster happens, some mini-tragedies (well, they’re not really what you’d call a tragedy, more of just a series of bad luck) comes up. Like, you get fired, and then you get sick, and then the fridge suddenly craps up and all your food supply might end up rotten, and you don’t have any money to fix it much more get a new one….

Nowadays, I consider them as a big wake up call…the brutal type…Like when you’re in deep sleep, and someone just gives u a big slap in the face for you to wake up.It hurts, but in a way, the most effective.