Life - the state of being alive and living
He was alive.
That was the most important thing. That he was alive. Mere moments ago, he was absolutely certain that wouldn't be the case. As he had huddled in the corner of the bank lobby, masked men all around him with guns, he had no doubt that he would surely die. Fortunately, the quick thinking of the police had managed to save his life at the last moment.
He was alive.
Only a few hours ago, that made little difference to him. He was, after all, nobody special. Just another blip on the radar, another cog in the machine. Now he couldn't wait to get back to his nice, quiet job. He was overjoyed to see his friends and family again, that he would even get to see them again.
As he had been cowering, he thought about all the things he would never get the chance to do. Surfing in Hawaii, seeing his favorite band play live, watching his nephew grow up. He would do it all and more. Most importantly, he was going to finally tell the girl next door how he felt about her, maybe ask her out to dinner.
He was alive.
As he walked out of the bank, he smiled as he felt the warm sun and the fresh breeze on his skin. He couldn't wait to get out of there and start living the rest of his life. Life is short, after all, and he had so much to do before it was over.
Live.
