Its strange...

In conversation today, I found out my thoughts about traveling to other places are not that different from other people. For one, I got into talking with Natasha about the worst thing that could happen on a plane ride to New York, ie. plane crash. I know its voodoo and bad luck to talk about it, but we both have contemplated the possibility of death before we even get to New York. Then I started to think, what would life be if my friends or myself weren't in it. How would people in our lives respond to such a tragic death as a plane crash? Such a vivid image of the fuselage incinerating mid-flight seems sadistic, but that kind of stuff once in a while jumps through my mind. It depresses me to think that a trip that I have been waiting for, for so long, would end short. I am not trying to be self-involved, but thinking about life without anyone is hard to fathom. It's the only thing that is bringing me down about the New York trip, but even if it happens, I would never have time to react. It'd be over in a second.