My hard disk at work died.
Late last week, I tried to boot it and a message popped up just said that it couldn't find the hard disk and all attempts at resuscitating it proved futile. I ended up losing most (I'd kept backups of some at random points during the past two years) of my notes, bookmarks, pictures, bits of texts and quotes, papers a and articles that I'd been meaning to read, etc.
The strange thing is that after feeling bad about losing all of that data, I remembered something that amir had posted a while ago about his coworker finding an article that was oh-so great and then deciding not to save it because he knew that he would never get back to it. In a way, I felt like everything that I'd lost wasn't that big of a deal because the reality was that I didn't really remember what most of it was nor was I likely to ever find, let alone bring up, any of my hundreds of bookmarks.
So the moral of the story is to live life in as stateless a way as possible...and to take amir seriously because the guy knows a thing or two about life