This photo makes me wonder. Is it right before the man is being killed? Or does to car stop and does he survives? The line between death and life is so thin, just a thin tread. It's scary how little it takes to cross the line.
What's weird is that this photo, in some kind of way, makes me appreciate life. I believe that the car stops, I believe that the person survives. That's my way of seeing the future. I'm trying to see it positively. I believe that is the best thing to do. My motto is Carpe Diem, sieze the day. And I think that is what the person at the photo does, he stops the car and (in my imagination, which is quite love and happy endings- obsessed ) he sieze the chance to reunite with the love of his life.