I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have a strong preference for being alive.
It's good to be alive.
It is so easy to forget that this is good that we're alive. We should be enjoying this gift of being alive.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.
I am fascinated by the whole process of what it's like to be alive, whether it's unbelievably uncomfortable and horrible or whether it's quite nice.
Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.
I really don't mind dying because I figure I haven't wasted this life.
I don't know why I'm alive but I know there's a reason for it.
If you're alive, there's a purpose for your life.