What is life?

What is life that we can feel it, touch it, live it?

What is life that we not just have books but we have language?

What is life that we can connect with humanity?

What is life that we can take risks, fall down, and rise?

What is life that we can make music, make mistakes?  Do stupid things and do smart things.

What is life that we can look at stars and fall in love and feel pain?

What is life that we can experience goodness and hurt within the simple span of a breath?

What is life that we be moved by, drawn to, and affected by a story that is not our own?

Provocation, connection, emotion, commotion-

What is life?

But perhaps the most important question is not what life is; but rather –

Do we believe we are worth it?

This growing, aching thing. This confusing, moving, catastrophic and beautiful thing.

Do we believe we are worth it?

Death is inevitable but life is a choice.

There is no question – we will die.

So now the question becomes –

How do we want to live?

Life is beautiful and dizzying.

And just like every other lovely thing,

It must be chosen.