Imagine life without love, giving, and sacrifice.
I think that none of us on this planet will enjoy a good life without understanding the true meaning of sacrifice.
Not any one can continue breathing air, for goodness sakes, without experiencing loss, without fighting for what they value, without surrendering their all to faith and hope that there’s still goodness in this world.
Not any one deserves to take in oxygen when all they can be is mere existence and can only do one thing: Give out carbon dioxide. Instead of bearing fruitions of love, such as joy and peace and patience, you’re merely taking up space and polluting the air. And because love is an action (as opposed to fickle feelings), it takes work – lots of hard, toilsome, time-consuming work.
Love is a lifelong labor to honor grace to its highest – higher than any human being on earth. It’s quite an impossible task, but you have to do it – you have to try for life. And so, to die for love is to be alive.
Your birthday was the day when you’re given the priceless gift to live. How you live your life is a way to show your gratuity to the ones that gave you life – the priceless people to whom, no matter what you do or how much you give in return for their gracious love, you will never fully cover the gift they’ve freely sacrificed their all for you.
Coming into existence without leaving behind a goodwill legacy is like serving a clean but empty plate on the dining table, with no dust to sweep, no dirt to wash away – no mountains to move, no obstacles to overcome, none whatsoever to go through, nothing to do with the plate except throwing it away as if thrusting a boomerang as far away as you can, leaving the broken pieces disperse into the distance and be gone from existence forever.
This is exactly how I sometimes feel, taking in oxygen for granted.