Why do we love the smell of rain, knowing it brings wet and cold?
Why do we long for love even as it stabs and maims?
Why do we have children, knowing they won't be ours for long?
Why does a starving child hunt for food, knowing that the pain of hunger will come back?
Why do we enjoy the view from high places, knowing that to fall is to die?
Why, even with the will to die driving us to the edge, do we allow life to call us back?
The price to pay for the joy of life is pain, but a lifetime's payment of struggle, tears and wounds is worth the reward of being alive to smell, love, eat, gaze, live.
Being so fleetingly yet blazingly alive.
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