Life
Life is weird, isn't it? I mean, the concept of life and what it's all for... it's just strange. My mum has always said that although she isn't religious, she does believe that our time on this Earth is mapped out from the moment we're born. In her eyes, the time and manner of our departure is already decided and there is no changing it. A fixed point, if you will. So if that's true, then that means we've all got a set amount of time in which to be born, grow up, learn, form relationships and worry about the trivial before everything just... stops. When I think of it that way, all of those little things in between the beginning and the end just seem ever so slightly less important.