Just A Thought

It's always the love, the wild beautiful love that somehow survived the fights and the stresses and strains and worst of all the monotony of everyday life and I understood then what it means for a human life to end prematurely and arbitrarily, how each human being is an accumalation of wonderful and unique details, and in destroying a human being you destroy 'all the thousand million memories'.
Does anyone really appreciate life while they have it?