A gift is not something to possess. Rather, it is something to hold for a brief moment before we hand it back to a hurting world with a bit more attached to it than it had when we received it.

Having lived with nothing is the gift that allows me to appreciate the privilege of having everything.

In reality, a gift is nothing more than the wrappings within which I have placed myself.

Life is precious regardless of how you choose to think about it.

Seeing life as a gift is less the circumstances and more our attitude.

I need something to remind me that happiness is a gift, not a right. Pain does that quite expertly.

If I don’t ‘see’ life as a gift I might be ‘seeing’ something, but it’s not life.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending or this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

Whatever the item is that I have chosen to give you, it is nothing more than the receptacle within which I have placed the whole of myself. If it is empty, it is not a gift.