We are the lucky ones.
We are the ones who get to die.
You only get to die for having lived.
Most people who could ever exist
will never even be born.
So, no matter what your lot is in life –
whether you've lost everything,
whether you've created nothing,
whether the end is near,
whether you wish it was,
– at the end of the day,
you're alive:
not dead,
nor not having ever been born.
So,
take every moment you can
to enjoy the passage of time –
celebrate life,
smell the flowers,
rejoice at sound of the morning bird's chorus,
drink in the sunsets,
the sunrises,
the stars,
and the majestic sky that cradles them
– because you won the lottery.
Most people will never even know there was a lottery.
