Well, today, I tripped down a few stairs. I could have hit my head and had a concussion -- or I could have broken my neck and been paralyzed forever. Also, I could have broken my hip into a million pieces and require a plastic hip like those old people you see on the television. I think I've made my point -- humans are fragile.
I mean, anything we do can cause us to die. When we're walking outside, what if a part of an airplane comes crashing down on you and squishes you? Or, what if a hawk accidentally drops a rock from a high altitude and strikes you in the head? What if you're walking around in New York City and someone drops a penny from a skyscraper? You could accidentally trip down a flight of stairs and well... die. One of your... big-boned teachers could fall on you, and you could die of a lack of oxygen. You could contract an airborne disease from one of your friends and die of a excruciating painful death.
So, I was wondering... if we're so fragile, then why do we bother even going outside to live our lives? I mean, we're at constant risk of being squished by something, or we could trip and break a bone. For me, it's because life is too short to always live inside, wary of what may happen to you. Even if you go outside, and something happens to you, you'll at least have had a good life. I could go outside, be hit by an asteroid, and still be glad that I had lived a good life.
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