of life.

    Life is too precious to waste.
Who are we to take the authority of assuming that someone would never want to live?
It isn’t our decision to make.
We cannot determine that someone would grow up miserable because of our (or someone else’s) irresponsibilities. Life is fleeting.
We look at our breath hanging in the air on a cold afternoon and it fascinates us. But after only a few seconds it disappears.
So it is with life,
but that does not mean it’s wasted.
So many decisions can be made during that time. What grieves me is how easily it can be cut short.
Life can end so quickly, but I would never want to deprive someone the chance to really live--to love, to laugh, to choose;
to experience joys of season, to kiss, to drink coffee in the company of friends;
to like or dislike things, to be touched or to touch others, to feel rain, to hear snow;
things we take for granted and may count as trivial or irrelevant.
I would never wish to deprive someone of the simple joy of breathing.
It would be better for someone to pass away doing something they truly enjoyed--really living--than to never have that chance in the first place.
That is not for us to decide over another person.