Life isn’t fair, but living? Living is heaven. Living is a gift. Every gift is different – every path is different – for some reason this is ours, and the sooner we accept it, the sooner we can stop crying and start living.
Living is hard – dying is easy. You close your eyes and never open them again. What’s so difficult about that? Nothing really – except it hurts like hell to those you leave behind.
Do it afraid.