I've noticed how fragile life is.
Nine months of development in a muscular structure before causing excruciating pain to our host, that being our mothers, and then we torture them some more.
We constantly require attention and when we are teenagers, we're rude to them though honestly, we can't help it. They irk us so much, sometimes.
And then, all it takes is the flick of a knife or, a pulled trigger to end it.
It's so easy.
One simple motion with your hand, and you're a goner.
All that pain, all that time, gone.
In that single motion.
Life is so fragile.
Let's cherish it.