Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Life happens, whether you're in it or not, but death doesn't give you a choice.

I know an alcoholic is the worse, but sometimes I wonder if it's better to have a drinking father that lives at home, or a drinking father, that never comes around.

We are equal by fault, but never equal in acceptance.

The happier person is one, that acknowledges and accepts life won't get any better than this.

Why when people are on their deathbed, they finally come to terms with life?