One day, I will die. Maybe I'll be cut down tomorrow, next week. Maybe I will live to a ripe old age, maybe happier, maybe sad and alone.

Every moment. Every time I woke up refreshed, every time I woke up groggy. Every glass of water I drank, every bitter food i was told to try. Every awkward conversation with a lost friend, every late night talk. Every step I took, every shirt I put on. Every shout, tear, hug.

I wish there was an arc for everyone, a satisfying conclusion to our story. There isn't. We only have these moments... but they are worth it. Life is worth it. It always was worth it.