Playing with the rat, checking out its brain and taking out the skull was as easy as pulling the trigger on toy gun. It has been long said that life is fragile, be it an insect, a fish or a human being for it can be easily taken away, without any warning. A world where the strongest would always get his place if he didn’t take the wrong path or decision, where the weaker ones are somehow weaker, in the sense of defending themselves unless they combine their strength as one. Spending the time with its kind, a rat can be pretty tough among the same species; however, when the fate has led it to the hands of us the human beings, it is just a small mammalian, which seems to be so tiny that we can break its body into parts without using much strength. Taking over the position of the rat, we are as fragile as they are; for a single cut, a deep breath of the polluted air, a pain in the chest, a knock on the head can be fatal in the current days. Perhaps there are times where we ask ourselves when our last day would be, how many people would cry for our leaving, what the last impression would be before we are to leave. Some value the life better, some don’t; some cry for another loss of life, some feel relieved knowing that particular person has finally escape from the pain; some tend to threaten the others with one’s life, some use the life to build more; some know how fragile a life can be and some don’t. When we know the fragility of our lives and not appreciating it, how much do we know?
