Who are we. What are we doing here. Have you ever wonder. Who ever wanted to live, to be alive? Well nobody asked for it. Have you ever thought about it? Who asked you: do you want to be born?
Life, it is a big mistery. But certianly it is a gift. But don't be to jelaous on gifts. That gift can be sunny, shiny, or even cloudy and full of sorrow sometimes. Well, somebody had pictured it with great style. Some Great Painter. And never nobody said: "hey, it will be perfect all the way". We are mortal beings. But alive. Born to live. Born to die. In a free gift. Opportunity. For gratitude? I sure think so.
What do you think?
