June 5th, IS 482
How quickly one's life can take a dramatic turn when you least expect it; one day you are a sheltered young boy in a small village, and the next you find yourself on a journey across the world, looking for the right answer on faith alone. It seems that even here we can go from a day of celebration to a tragic time of mourning all too quick. It disturbs me even more that we may have an arsonist living among us, if that big man's suspicions were to be true.
And yet we continue taking every single thing in this world for granted...
Perhaps that is because thinking of ever losing our most important ones is simply too dreadful, too incomprehensible, too unthinkable.