Have you ever thought, maybe on a particular occasion, at some specific moment in your life, that the world is too big and complex for you? A moment when you felt that there were so many things you were deeply connected to happening all at the same time and you had to constantly switch between them to keep them moving? I am having a moment like that. It’s a weird feeling. Scary too. Because most things in life, those things I’m connected to, maybe responsible for, and the people I really care for, life itself, all seem so fragile that I fear, at a blink, in a moment I cannot choose, loosing what is most precious. It’s a fear I knew existed but didn’t know four years ago, fear I’m now living with each and every day.