Death is but a moment away.

The Duff almost died today.

It wasn't bad enough that he had a swollen ankle and a stiff back. After a hard day's worth of slog, he got into his chariot, and away he rode, down the concrete roads that maze around the kingdom. All too soon he had bounced unto the straight country road, and he got into the "fastest" right lane, keep in mind that it was rush hour. The speed was sleepishly hypnotic.

And with his eyes ahead, at the tail of the chariot was his focus total. Yet, with just a blink, the chariot ahead suddenly seemed much closer. The Duff slammed on his brakes, and skidded. He could feel the shudder of the machine and the roughness of the granite on his pedal. He had thought that his chariot's bodyworks had hit the ground.

He stopped just in time. He trace the dust patterns on the number plate in front of him onto his windscreen. That was how close he got.

In a daze, the journey continued, uneventfully. The teachings on Sun Tzu on his MP3 player did not alleviate his lethargy. He was glad to reach his destination, his spirit totally spent.

The Truth he learnt today, was that Death is but a moment away. All the devil had to do was to complete the swing of his scythe, instead of pulling back as he did, however out of character that may have been. Its times like these when The Duff believes that everything happens for a reason, and that sometimes humans may just be part of some grand design.

Carpe Diem!