Life is like a porcelain doll. It is pretty to look at, but breaks at the slightest touch. One tiny movement may shatter your bright future, and lead you to Hell's dark, cold gates. While you sit there, looking back at your home, time whips by and life silently tiptoes away, leaving you as a moldering skull.
It is precious; time can not be reversed and brought back, so grasp the ribbon of life that may be streaming thousands of miles away from you.
Clutch it tightly in your hand, feeling the wave of peace washing over you, and know that you will be safe under the Lord's protection.
At least for now.