From just looking at him, you wouldnt be able to tell.
Hes refreshingly unique, and yet, hes just like anyone else.
Except his days are more numbered than most.
Lua Valentia
Its the little things, he says, turning to me, You know?
He sighs and runs his hands through the hair at the top of his forehead.
I resist the urge to touch, to feel the metal plates beneath my fingertips.
Amen, I say.
Why do we so often forget that this is how were supposed to live?
I dont say anything in response, but I mull over his words in my head.
Lua Valentia
We dont know when our next breath will be.
We avoid the inevitable in any way that we can.
We dont want to die.
Were scared of the end, but the thing is, we were never guaranteed an eternal human existence.
We were never promised a certain number of days.
So why do we waste them?
Until something catastrophic happens and were faced with regret at our unspoken words?
Until were told we, or someone close to us, no longer can?
Were so afraid to die that we forget how tolive.
Why are we so afraid to live until its too late?
This man doesnt have forever.
And yet, he can make the entire room of people laugh with a simple joke.
He can change the mood of a day from negative to positive.
We fear death, but why?
