It's hard to summarize such a feeling - vulnerable, alone, worried and scared, planted in reality, the realization that life is not just a sequence of events that we carefully choose and follow blindly and gaily. Life often has it's own plan, it's own direction. Life can pull your legs out from underneath you, hit you in the chest and knock out your breath, slap you across the face and then tell you to keep going. Get up and try to walk the line that you set out for yourself without straying, like a sobriety test. You could do everything right, or everything wrong, but in the end it doesn't really matter because life does not discriminate. It doesn't care if you are 20 something or 99, it does what it pleases. A wile entity purely playing for it's own entertainment and yet in these events we find ourselves learning lessons. Lesson's like, "life's too short," "tomorrow isn't guaranteed," and yes we all acknowledge these tidbits of wisdom but one can't fully acknowledge the truth of these statements until something completely and totally up heaves you from your normality. And then there you stand, naked in front of the world, every worry and fear showcased out in the open. There is no protection in these moments, only support from those that love you, and for that there will never be enough gratitude.