I never knew him, in fact i still don't know him, all I know is his name. Ponjee.
I lie, that's not all I know, I know that he was a student at Monash University, that makes him one of us, one of me... and we lost him.
He went missing a couple of days ago and ever since then i couldnt wrap my head around it, i can ONLY imagine what those who knew him were feeling. To make it worse, we find out that he has passed away.....
Its at times like this that you realise that life is short, one day you're here and the next..... We really are not in control of everything...
To me death is a very scary concept, its in fact the thing that i am most afraid of, and i guess maybe its a blessing in disguise that we don't really know when its going to happen, because then how would we really live... i mean really live! I dont know but, i would like to think that Ponjee lived, and even though death brings on the worst feelings, its his life we should be celebrating.
This is my dedication to him, although I never knew him.
RIP Ponjee.
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