Appreciation

Life isn't appreciated.
At least it's not until it's long gone.
We just don't appreciate some things in life.
The soda, the house, the carpet, the lightbulb, the book:
We don't really see their importance until it's just too late.
Only after everything is gone, we can see the significance of it.

We always have water. We always have beds. We always have air.

We have light. We have people. We have toilets. We have everything.
There are some things we're so used to always having around, just tiny
things that seem unimportant, but are actually the most important of all...
We'll only see them once they're gone. Only when it's all burnt down to
ashes will we see it, what it used to be, what it was, the appreciation.
When the only things left on the road are ashes and death,
everything is just worth more. When you only have each other
to trust in, and only the road to guide you, nothing matters
anymore, or rather, everything matters. In a world where
life is scarce and death is banal, one just appreciates life
more for the pure beauty and glory it used to be.

So should we just appreciate a bit more? Maybe.
Sometimes, second chances never come again.
Just remember that some day, things will just
"not be made right again." (287)

A little
appreciation
wouldn't
hurt.