How much can art influence your life? I read a book called 'Kafka on the shore' and it has opened my eyes to the world. It has made me look at things in a different light. I met with a minor accident yesterday and there starts this story. Yesterday I learnt the value of being alive. I forgave people who I held grudges against, I let go of hurt and I learnt to see the value of being alive.

Today I went to the hospital and it was very bizarre but I was placed in between a 5 year old and a 60 year old. The child was fast asleep and looked angelic but she was unconscious. The old woman was very sick and was vomitting. I sat huddled on the bed waiting for the nurse to inject me. I am terrified of injections and hospitals but I decided that I would go alone and face my fears. As I waited, my palms began to sweat. I looked around to distract myself and spotted the fourth patient...a bleeding man on his death bed. The blood oozing out of his head soaked through his bandages and stained the sheet. It formed a puddle, much like the ones I love skipping through in the monsoon. He lay, unflinching, embracing his destiny while his family looked on helplessly. It struck a chord so deep, it freaked me out. I believe in luck and coincidence but this was eerie. It was a message that could not have been spelled out clearer by the universe. When you want something bad enough, the universe conspires to give it to you. This was one lesson I needed. Very Buddha and his four sights but I am going to stop saying that I'm just 23! Life needs to be valued at any age. Never forget to keep your eyes on the bigger picture!