I once got lost in a forest after a storm. No phone, no map, just a growing sense of panic. The silence was deafening, and every rustle in the bushes felt like a threat. That's when it hit me — the fragility of being alive. You don't really understand how close you are to death until you're staring at it in the eyes, and even then, it's not always clear if it's real or just your mind playing tricks.