Triad Magazine

A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.

Racing Time

Racing Time
by Carmen Eli
Occasionally, death reminds you of its constant,
never ceasing presence. It speaks through close
calls on the highway when a semi cuts in front of
you, when an earthquake just misses your town,
when the house next to yours gets robbed by a
man with a gun. We live in a dark world, filled with
horrors that daily threaten our survival. So many
tragedies strike that we have taught ourselves
to become numb to pain. In small ways every
day, we are reminded how short life can be, and
how abruptly it can be taken from us. As we race
through life to find meaning and purpose, death is
chasing after us, getting closer and closer. Every
once and awhile, it gets so close that it grazes us
with its cold, outstretched fingers, causing a chill
to pass through our body. Death is ever-present in
our day to day tasks, biding its time, waiting for us
to make a fatal error, or to push unavoidable doom
our way. However, every once in a while, we are
sent a tiny sunbeam through the dark, abysmal
clouds that shroud our lives. This beam touches
the top-most part of our heads and seeps into
our hearts, keeping death at bay. Sometimes this
ray of light takes the form of intuition, sometimes
through luck, sometimes through miracles. It can
tell us to be patient, to wait for the light to change
before crossing the road. It can remind us at our
lowest points that life as a whole is eternal, and can
be kind. Above all, it gives us courage to begin a
new day, to face our fears of the unknown. It takes
many forms, and goes by many names, but is most
commonly known as hope.

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