Realizing how fragile life is is scary. That fragility doesn't seem quite real until something tips you towards the ground as you're hurrying along minding your own business, and you feel the slow motion seconds ticking by as you speed towards the cobblestones, suddenly very aware that you are made of the finest crystal and not built for bouncing. Sometimes, this newfound, profound knowledge comes too late as we slip through the fingers of fate and shatter on the ground. Other times, we are caught in the nick of time, centimeters above the ground, taken back up to our perch and set free to run around as before.