Have you ever celebrated your breathe, your living or being alive?

Our school building's generator caught fire. It was a mess. All of the kids were crying. And we were trying to make them stop and talking care of them and trying to get their mums. But no one was harmed. So that was great. Thank god, no one was. We had all the possible stupid thoughts we could at that time. But I'm glad everyone was fine. I saw a pregnant teacher and my heart sank. But she was okay too. Anyways, no worries! Everyone's fine. And after this, the four of us, drank Coca-Cola and celebrated being alive. We understood what it meant to live. Maybe we didn't but we at least caught a glimpse of real living, I don't know.