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.