life...

life is indeed short. and so, every moment that we breath, every smell, every sensation, every drop of rain, every little smile is important.
i found out a batchmate recently died. i know life is short and should be relished and devoured, but this is the first time mortality has really gotten in my face. she was about my age. we were never close in high school, but i remember passing her in the halls, i remember her face, though i never knew her. now i wonder: did she make the most of her life? i hope she did. i hope she lived her life with sparkling fireworks, so that it doesn't really matter that it was short.