We really are lucky
I just don't get it, if you know that you are breathing the next day and you have another chance at the future, cause we all know we'll never have the past, then why is everyone so sad? Is it a matter of contrast that forces us to realize that we are blessed with life and the ability to feel pain and joy? Must we lose all of that, or at least lay everything that defines our being on the line before we realize how precious the chance to be, the chance to exist is? It pains me that I can not show the value of life to those who take it so lightly. If only everyone else could wake up and see a scar running the length of their torso as a badge of gratitude that despite my marred form they have at least they have a body to be in, and a second chance to live right. And that is what life is all about isn't it? Having a second chance to make it all right now that we know... now that we lost that pure ignorance that we all wish we could have back. If only someone could learn before they must experience.