I thought I could heal my broken heart by going into him - my new boyfriend, someone I liked, but didn't love. After being hurt before, I just wanted to feel something different, something distracting. He was never meant to be the one, just a way to forget the pain I was already carrying.

One day, I decided to visit him. But before I could even step into the house, his watchman stopped me at the gate. He looked at me - sincere, almost protective - and said, "Madam, you are very nice. Don't let this man waste your time. Many girls come to this house, but nothing good ever comes from it."

The truth in his words hit hard. Not because I felt deeply for this man, but because I knew I deserved better.

Later, I called him and said simply, "Let's call it quits." He agreed. Just like that, it was over - and honestly, it didn't hurt. I wasn't invested. There was no love to mourn. Just the quiet relief of walking away before things got worse.

But as I headed back, something far more devastating happened. I witnessed a tragic accident - a tractor had rammed into a house, killing five people inside. The shock of it was overwhelming. I stood there, numb, unable to shake the images from my mind.

Then another realization hit me: I hadn't even told my parents I was traveling. No one knew where I was. Anything could have happened to me, and no one would have known.

That was when I promised myself - never again. Never again would I travel or move through this world without someone knowing where I was. Life is fragile, unpredictable. We owe it to ourselves and our loved ones to stay connected.

This wasn't a story of heartbreak from love lost - but a story of awakening. Of learning that even when we feel numb, life has a way of shaking us awake. And sometimes, it takes both emotional honesty and near-tragedy to remind us how precious our time and safety truly are.