Every morning you wake up, you are lucky. Your heart beats and your blood flows and the oxygen you breath fills your lungs; your brain sends messages to your eyelids to blink and leave a film of fresh tears over your eye's flesh. Your skin perspires, you think, you create, you sing, you speak and your fingers type; the legs move with ease and your toes help push you forward in the direction of your life's journey. You give life. You take life for granted. I do believe that. The magic of living is fleeting. You are lucky to be alive. It only takes a death for you to realize it.