Lately, I’ve been in and out of the hospital—not for myself, but for the people around me, my friends and family. Today, as I sat in the emergency ward, I couldn’t help but realize how fragile and fleeting life is. In a split second, you can be gone—without warning, without understanding how or why. I watched patients in pain, waiting to be seen by their doctors, surrounded by family members who, strangely enough, put on an exaggeratedly joyful and strong front instead of showing worry.