we cling to life in momentary segments. From timber offering breaths of splendor, a next may never grace us. Our existence is held hostage; bodies as bombs, ticking in mortal seconds. Why simply expire with any breaths wasted? Life is too damn fragile and short, so render it infinitely precious and live versus merely existing .
Most of us to just exist and it is a shame. We need to put down our phones and get out into nature and the beauty this world has to offer. We only get one chance.
