Isn't it easy to take living for granted? To assume, even subconsciously, that you are in control of your life? That if you eat well and drive well and exercise well and do everything *just so* that you are making your life better/longer/controlled? And when we live as if we have ANYTHING at all to do with living, we lose the opportunity to see the huge gift that living REALLY is.
My birthday is coming up- I will be 31. 31 years old is young. At first thought, 31 is TOO young to worry about things like, oh, DEATH. But on the other hand, my life is 31 years longer than I could have had...
Reminders like these are often unpleasant, but even THEY are gifts....because I can look at my children, my husband, the grass getting mowed, salamander pets, smoke swirls, and petals in glass and see them for what they are...things I may not get tomorrow.
Life is a gift. I have opened up millions of moments that I never deserved and I hope to open millions more. And if I don't, then I still can't complain. Life isn't fair. Because FAIR means I never would have had any of it.
Life is GOOD.