When stripped down to bone and blood vessels, what makes us different from anyone else? Maybe it was never the body that made the difference, but the soul that lie inside it. Today a helicopter crashed. Two died and one in critical condition. But what should that mean to those who never knew them? It has the possibility of meaning everything. The loss is sad, but shouldn't that inspire us to really live? I mean truly and passionately live. Death is unpredictable but imminent all the same. So when I hear the advice to take chances and to go after your dreams, no matter how huge, it makes me wonder why most of us do not. It also makes me question what they really mean. Is a life without risk and wonder not a full life lived? Or is it okay to find peace in the calm and watch as others brave the storm? Here I am with all of these questions and here we all are without answers. Maybe that's the point. Maybe we aren't supposed to know the reasons behind life, but rather we are supposed to ride on the curves of emotion and sink into love like bathwater. For when I think of what I wish for my life, I wish for sun. To be rid of the darkness. I wish to fulfill my life's purpose even though I may never understand what it is. But mostly, I wish to love and be loved, because without that deep ache of love beneath my chest, I am nothing. Now as I inhale, I remember this idea I had, when I was very young, where I felt as though I knew what it meant to live simply and that was all I had ever wanted. As I have aged, I have realized that life is as simple as we choose it to be. We can hold grudges, harbor resentment, and hold onto the past. Or we can choose to forgive, to love freely, and to realize that we are not alone in what we want. That we are part of a bigger picture and that this moment, this second we are in right now is what makes all the difference.