If you don’t want to die, then why do you want to live?

I’m on the bus home and it feels like my eyes have been washed anew. The normal distractions and worries that consumed me have been lifted. For the first time since I can remember I have not immediately put my earphones in, quick to block out the outside world. Instead, I want to hear the pulse of the city. I want to look in the faces of the people I share this life with…