The concept of Lost is something I haven’t been able to grasp. As ironic as it sounds, we face Lost almost every other day of our life. Friends leaving for studies overseas, colleagues moving on in life - we ought to be pretty damn good at this. But no.

I cannot reiliterate how fragile life is. Here today, gone tomorrow. A simple incident yet the repercussions ripple through all facets of life. Although I wasn’t particularly close to the one who left, his leaving served as a learning to jolt all of us zombies who are able to breathe.

Goodnight Zx.