It was on a home visit round that I ended up at this place. Nice house, in a nice area, overlooking the ocean. The owner was a guy around 35 years old, married, with two kids. Why I'm mentioning this is because he is dying from motor neurone disease, and there is nothing anyone, save God, can do. For me, it was another one of those moments where the fragility of the human body, and the uncertainty of life took centrestage, at least for that day. At the end of the day, no one can escape what these facts, even though its probably not healthy and quite depressing to keep thinking about it. So what to do? Live your life free, know what you want, be fully yourself, and don't hang on too tightly to what you have. Gotta love the door and the balcony.