I find it fascinating how we enter the world crying

Not because we are sad, nor are we happy

We are crying because it is the only way we can grasp for air

After being trapped for so long, we enter the world and the first thing we do it cry

Yet we do not shed tears

I find it perplexing that when we are born, our soul, mind, and body is all there

Every personality, possibility, and quirk is all sorted to perfection in something like a vending machine

Whatever happens, even the smallest of things, is choosing a number, receiving your prize, and adopting it as your own

I find it beautiful that when we were young, we were learning how to feel

From day one, it was a natural instinct to feel

Day by day, we saw our parents, their friends, siblings, relatives, and strangers express different things and we tried to mimic them; copy and see if we could do it like they can

I find it funny when parents or siblings or anyone really gets angry at a child for repeating something two, three, time over

Did you laugh the first time they did it? If so, why wouldn’t they want to do it again? They got a positive reaction from you and they are trying to pull that positive reaction from you again

They like seeing you happy

But more importantly, they like seeing you happy because of something they did

I find it delightful when a baby first learns they can laugh

Their eyes light up, their cheeks pull back to reveal a tooth less smile, and then they laugh for the first time

And now, they just can’t stop! They’ve fallen in love with laughing- with joy

And you, who is watching them, are overwhelmed by their joy that you can’t stop smiling yourself and you’ve fallen in love with their laughter, and you try to make them laugh again

Isn’t it just so magnificent?

Life is given, and taken. It’s crushed and beaten. It’s beautiful and magical. It’s scary and frightening. It’s joyful and wonderful.

And I find it sad that life is so easily thrown away when all these things are just some reason to keep living for.