Yes, to live is to die. And the only way to know you ever know you lived is to die. A saddening realization, but that does not mean the little things are. Live like you won't regret yesterday, or envy tomorrow.
I balled up my hand into a fist and hit him square in the gut. Thing is, this man was trying to help me. His dark hair was almost the same as mine and his blue suit was… different. I have only seen men in black suits, so blue is a first. But what he called himself, I knew he wasn't because the ones I've met wear black suits. A doctor, or THE doctor as he says.
This man is mad.