Why do some people die deaths that are anything but peaceful?

A caring father with a undivided heart works hard to bring back dough for his wife and kids, saves money by using a motorbike as his mode of transport, dies a violent death under the wheels of a truck one day.

Friends and families weep, often murmuring words of lamentations, crying for justice.

But can anyone claim to have watched over him his entire life and prove that he has been a good man all his life? And did anyone learn of the day where he swore to kill the driver that almost cost him his life on the roads?



Such is the natural order of life.




Oh. It's not exclusive to death. It applies to everything in life. Relationships, finance, etc