Life is so fragile. Not in a trite, "don't take it for granted" cheesy movie sorta way. I'm talking about a serious literal way. No "live life to the fullest" messages here- just a thought about the start reality that one little blockage in your artery, one little bullet in the right spot, a couple momentary lapses of the taken-for-granted ever-beating heart, a few minutes without the infinitely accessible oxygen in your lungs, and you're dead, gone, wiped off the earth, consciousness gone. Not only you, either. Its weird to think about the fragility of anything. Chances are, I will never drop, break, or lose my phone, cause I just dont do that. Its worth $200 (not that I paid that much), which is a couple days' work for me. Yet in a second I could throw that thing which is at my side 24-7 over the side of a bridge on the way to work and its gone forever, the 300 phone numbers in it gone too. I don't even think twice about what it would be like without that phone but it would be devastating. Hell, I could jump off the bridge myself, at any moment! Yet I don't, I never do, never will. But any of these things could happen at any moment. I could drop my iPod and it could shatter in a moment. You could take a match to a million dollars and it would be gone in moments. These things which carry such immense value. You don't even realize or ever stop to think about it until someone dies in an accident, and suddenly all those things you take for granted, and all the scary possibilities you never stop to consider, are suddenly very real. Yet they never happen just the same... Nope, no trite messages here. Just reality. Think about it. Ever drop your newly made sandwich on the ground? Its like that. All your plans, your dreams, your whole state of mind in that moment, suddenly shattered, gone, over.