Life continues because our heart happens to beat again. It is not guaranteed to beat again, but because it’s mechanisms mean it is likely to beat again, it beats, and beats again. A disruption to its mechanisms, and the heart doesn’t beat.
A stab. A crash. A thump. A clot. No beat. Life pauses.
Life pauses. The mechanisms grind on, overcoming the stab, the crash, the thump. The heart beats again, after a pause. And life goes on. Death, just for a moment, then life.
Life pauses. The mechanism grind on. But the stab, the crash, the thump is more than the mechanisms can overcome, and no beat happens again. And Life is gone. Death arrives. Within minutes.
Because that is all the Life we have ahead of us. Minutes. Minutes we can survive without a heart beat.
How often, how many times have the mechanisms of my heart overcome a thump, a crash to make my heart beat once more, then once more, then once more again. How close have I come to moments of death. Somewhere inside me it says many times. My minutes could have been up so many times before this moment. I am alive, but only on bonus time.