Laying Down

July 17th.

There is no feeling I can describe. My heart stopped for a second when I heard the news. It is silly since I didn’t know any passenger on that flight personally. One of my good friends lost her roommate, and that is where it hit me the most. All these people, so full of life, many in the prime of their life… just got stolen from their dreams. In one small moment, their whole world crushed down. It killed me. It happens more often but this time it just came so close. I can’t stop thinking about it. How precious life is. And the futile things we worry about, I worry about. The silly things I stress about… university work, my weight, my looks, my friends… everything seems so pointless now. Because before you know it, it can be over.