Life so small, so fragile, so weak. You can hold it in your hands but it will only stay that way for so long and then it grows, it always grows. Soon that life becomes big, it becomes something like you, something strong and capable and can take care of itself. But for now it is small and seems so insignificant to everyone else, but to you it isn't. Such a small beginning can mean everything to you, the world is what is unimportant.