The fragility of humanity is like that of a feather in the wind. The naivety of the human mind is like the ocean, all consuming,  wide and deep, constant yet changing form with the seasons it is in. We are finite beings with power to create and destroy. Next time you feel something ask yourself; is your experience of the world the most important thing to consider or should you be one who creates experiences for the world you are part of, if so what kind of experiences would you create? After all, your point of view has an expiry date but the world will be there after your gone.