Wow. Do you ever he an experience where you realize that life, the life inside each and every one of us, is actually very delicate? Maybe not... but it is. Life and conscience are the things inside of us... inside of our bodies. Sometimes people (their consciences, minds, and personalities, not their bodies) do incredible things, things fueled by emotions and insincts. Sure, adrenaline can help, but the people wouldn't be doing those things in the first place if they didn't have the prime instinctive insentive to preserve and prolong their life/lives. And yet, life is but a frail thing... something that scientists dream of explaining, but probably never will, that resides within us. Sure, something that uses energy, consumes food, has an internal homeostasis, etc. is considered alive, but I'm talking about the real stuff. Life. Being. Y'know, how it feels to be alive. But if the body decides to stop working, or is forced to stop working, then the scientific properties of life go, and the feelings go, as well. It's very sad. I mean, one second someone can be happy and normal... and the next, something happens, their body gives, and their life is no longer there...

And then there are times when something almost happens... doesn't, but almost does. And in those cases you realize, "Jesus, something bad could've happened. Someone could've lost his/her life, simply because the body stops working." And it doesn't even have to be something big. It could be something small, something stupid, something insignificant. But if it's enough to break the body... then everything else goes, too... all the conscience and personality and emotion that seems so unbreakably strong... is gone...

And then there are other cases in which the life isn't gone, is still there, but is different... Like, our personalities seem so real and solid and unbreakable, but the harsh truth is that it's only a bunch of neurons firing in specific orders in our brains and sensory input. And, no mattter how strong a personality may be, you can change it... change the brain and the personality has changed, as well. Add too many drugs, too many hormones, too many anythings... and the brain just might get messed up... and the person changed. Yesterday they were someone... and today they're totally different. It's sad. It's hard for those close to that changed person... because it's like the person has been taken away and been replaced with someone else... but then they realize that it's the same person. Their brain just got fucked up.

Oops, too bad.

Such small things can make such big changes...

I wish life wasn't like that. Sometimes I wish life was unbreakable, that personalities and emotions and thoughts and feelings were forever...

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