thoughts have been in my mind after that incident.

what if all the time we have in this world is predestined? every time we ride, we are just using borrowed time. fatal accidents just signifies that our time is up?

what if every time each person enrolled for motorcycle licence is actually authorizing the reaper to collect their soul?

what if each time each new rider gets the licence, the one that is happy is actually the reaper?

and what if the roads are filled with reapers disguising as people. waiting for the chance to collect new souls?