Everything is so tenuous and fragile.
Our relationships can hinge on something as intangible and fleeting as the wrong word.
Your comfort and your possessions could be gone in the blink of an eye. We are all only a single step away from living on the street.
Life itself is so delicate; so transient, and could be taken away by anything; slow, fast, it could just end. At any time.
People who you always just assume are going to be around, can just disappear from your life. Their laugh, their soothing words, the smirk on their face when they look at you. Gone.
Your rights and freedoms can be taken away so gradually and slowly, that you don’t even realize it’s happening until it’s too late.
The places you loved as a child, the neighborhoods you grew up in can be erased by development in just a few months.
Things that seem so relevant and crucial to our lives now may mean nothing in a week.
So someone please explain to me, with all of these opportunities flying by, and so many important things we could miss before they just disappear, why, oh why are we at every turn, are our precious moments being marred by our being force-fed the the tedious minutiae of Britney Spears’ insipid and useless life?