Fragile

It's hard to understand just how fragile life is, yet strong at the same time. Maybe it's the will to live that makes life strong. But at any minute, some object could break the squishy shell that holds each life and make it go away. We build all our expectations and bridges on this fragile thing, and if it disappears the whole thing comes crashing down. Material objects honestly don't seem to matter; unless that is all of what is left. Then they become more precious, or a constant painful reminder. We can't fear the unknown, or else we won't truly live, but we have to be prepared for it if something does happen. Not obsessively prepared, but mentally prepared is a good start. So much of this world is so fake, isn't it? It's a whole bunch of weird dreams all tangled up. I think I need some sleep. I hope I don't dream.