We live, we die. This is a simple truth for all of us, upon this world. What makes the moments in between, so utterly precious? How can we make them even more miraculous than they already are?

So much is wasted, or is it? Are the rambunctious binges on alcohol, actually well-deserved pleasure? Are those lazy days of slobbing around, to be treasured and cherished?

Should we fight for every breath, every heartbeat, and live each day as if it were the last we were to experience? Or should we simply not think about it, or even care about it?

What is the right way to react? Is it wrong to be apathetic, and try to ignore it? Or to be so strongly emotional about mortality that it drives every action you take? To feel rage, pain, fear at the perceived futility of it? Or to instead accept the limitations, and to devote time into making each day count??