I'm so jealous of people who write better than me

The roads ahead are long, the roads behind are gone
Come meet me where the sun kisses the grass
There we will exchange words and reveal who we are
To ourselves and to each other
Why are we here and what is our purpose
Why do we struggle just to satisfy our needs

(something I wrote in 20 seconds. I don't know. I guess I'll keep this post)

Sometimes all we need is a little reminder of how lucky we are to be alive. The little things in life we take for granted are of such magnitude to some people. While the earth is spinning and people are "living," I close my eyes and feel my lungs take in and let out air. This exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide is what I have, the only thing I have to allow me this very moment that I will not waste.