No matter how we choose to live, we both die at the end.

Yes, we live, or we're given the chance to, at least, but sometimes living is hard and complicated because of fear.

I've spent years living safely to secure a longer life, and look where that's gotten me. I'm at the finish line but I never ran the race.

I cannot tell you how you will survive without me. I cannot tell you how to mourn me. I cannot convince you to not fell guilty if you forget the anniversary of my death, or if you realize days or weeks or months have gone by without thinking about me.I just want you to live.

Entire lives aren’t lessons, but there are lessons in lives.