"We think about tomorrow when today hasn’t even finished yet. We plan our future like we’re sure we will have one; we don’t live day by day. Yes, we might stand up everyday and fall onto our bed after school, but we never really stop to notice what is around us. We live like life is something regular, but it isn’t. Too often we forget how fragile it is; how we can die any minute. What if I wake up tomorrow and I forget to even notice that how lucky I am? People die in their sleep sometimes. I walk downstairs and I could have fallen to my death there. I eat my bread with no worries on how I could choke and, yes, maybe die. I will run to catch my bus. It will be a regular day; which means I will survive. Once surviving is no longer regular everyday, you have to start fighting for every tomorrow. What I’m trying to say is that you can die everyday; maybe of a heart attack, or get hit by a car, or maybe about a thousand other possibilities. Humans die every second. Who gives you the assurance you’re not one of them today? Tomorrow? Next week? I don’t want you to wake up everyday and be happy and enjoy the day, because we can’t. I don’t try and tell you to appreciate it more, and to tell yourself this everyday. I want you to stop sometimes, and look at what is around you, and be thankful for your existence. We want to wake up and enjoy the day like it’s our last, but we’re only humans. We forget. You could try to remind yourself, but that will only work for a few days. Maybe writing it on a piece of paper and sticking it on your wall will remind you more often. Tattoo it, then you could remember it for a few months; but, with time we forget. It gets usual. You don’t look at that paper on your wall the same. You don’t notice it anymore. You don’t read your tattoo anymore because it became only black ink on your wrists. No, we can’t appreciate our existence everyday, but we can sometimes stop and look around. Inhale the atmosphere because we never know if we are inhaling it for the last time. My biggest fear is that one day I will be laying on the ground bleeding, knowing I’m going to die. I will die with thousands words that should have been said, with hugs that I gave daily, but now the unattainable wish of just having one more hug; no longer possible because that person isn’t here and you’re going to be away forever. I don’t want to die full of regrets, with things running in my head of what I should have done different; where I just would have been a bit less stubborn, or how I’ve never told the girl how I really felt, or maybe how I will miss the summer light that filters through the leaves of the trees. The simple things will become the most precious ones. We will, and that is makes life so precious… never knowing when your journey ends. All we can do is stop sometimes and inhale what is around us, and hope we learn to appreciate it enough."
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