At work today, I moved my desk a few feet in one direction. It was part of a large group move, but I ended up just kind of shoving my desk in one direction. Somehow, during this tiny move, the weight sensors in my postal scale got jarred or shocked. Now, when I try to turn it on, it just says “ErrE” which is a bit sad and misspelled.

I hadn’t thought of my scale as that fragile of a device, but in this tech-heavy age, it’s easy to forget that the insides of our toys are still relatively weak. All those moving electronics bits are quite susceptible to sudden movements.

It’s interesting; we are all as fragile. Our insides are far more fragile than computers, as are our cases. And yet, growing up, we start to think of ourselves as a bit indestructible. It’s not like I think I can stand in front of a speeding car and survive, but it’s not something I imagine could ever really happen to me. I may joke about getting diabetes, but I don’t honestly think much about wasting away with cancer in a few decades.

To think that one day, I could end up like my postal scale. A tiny movement in the grand scheme of things and my insides get jarred and I don’t function anymore. It’s a scary thought.