"You purchase pain with all that joy can give;
You die with nothing but a rage to live."
Pay heed to these words a wise poet said;
Your choice is to be happy or to be dead.
So what if you were dead, you might say?
Would life be any more or less than gray?
But take a closer look, my forlorn friend;
At what would be lost if you had never been.
The rest of us beg to know, does it make any sense?
For one with so much beauty, integrity, and intelligence,
For one who is loved and needed by so many of us,
To rue each passing moment with an unhappy grimace?
You were born to experience the joy of each day,
Not to whine and moan and wish it all would go away.
Awake each sunny morning and give thanks in prayer,
As you give and receive a cornucopia of love and care.