Life.
It's so delicate, so fragile. One wrong turn and it is ripped from grasps. You don't have to be doing anything bad, or wrong; it's just when it's your time you can't change it.
With every second of your life you get closer to that point where it will be your turn; for some it may come tomorrow, and for others many years from now. But what if you were one of the few that went tomorrow? What if it was your turn and you didn't even know it?
In the end, what do you want to be remembered for?
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