When it comes down to it, what really matters? When it comes to life, why are we here, living now, here in our respective roles? Life, touched by death, suddenly seems to have so much more meaning to it. So much more depth. So much more reality. 


The meaning of life is something that is clear to me. But just recently while talking with a friend he gave me the challenge to ponder what life means to me. They are two very different things.


The cliche phrase after a death has touched someone's life is to "not take your own life for granted." But what does that mean? Sure: live each moment. Live each moment. Fully. Yet, when you're faced with death, that's really the last thing you want to do. Smiles are forgotten and laughter seems far off. 


Yet, 


We have something to laugh about.

and life isn't a hopeless mush

and tomorrow the sun is going to rise.

It's going to be cold, and

maybe a lil' cloudy

but we'll still have things worth living for

we just gotta make that worthwhile.

(blatantly copied from afore-mentioned conversation)

Think about it. What does life mean to you? Is it just a day-by-day happening..or is there something more to it between life and death?