It's strange how it takes realizing your life will never be the same again to see how great each day really is. You know, it's okay to be sad. I mean, I've been really sad before. Sometimes, you have to be sad to remind yourself that you are alive.
I lost something. A very important part of me. The worst part is that I probably never had it. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better? Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need?