The Fragile Glass of Life

“That there are no random acts. That we are connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from a wind.”  Life in itself is like a map, and the people are the destinations. Every person, every life, every soul is interconnected in some way, whether it be directly or through another person. When I think of those words, the words that so perfectly capture the essence of life itself, I think of people and their lives as a glass window: if one piece of the window were to shatter, the pieces around it would fracture and shatter also. Both the map and the window are one of a variety of many different tangible objects that can be put to the use of describing the interconnection of each individual life. In the book, The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom, Eddie runs out into the street, causing the Blue Man to wreck. The Blue Man could have just as easily hit someone else, whom could’ve been a nurse on the way to save someone’s life. Even something as small or insignificant as chasing a ball into oncoming traffic could impact a whole generation of people. The connection of souls is also very evident in the book, And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie, in which the protagonists have pasts filled with their decision to commit murder, which ultimately lead to their being targeted and put to justice by the antagonist. In conclusion, this phrase, to me, means that all lives are really a small piece of a bigger picture, and that one person’s actions, no matter how small, can damage or repair another person. This is what I refer to as the fragile glass of life.