The universe and all its star-bred inhabitants owe you nothing. We are all walking, self-conscious miracles, given beating hearts and ponderous minds of our own. There is an endless sea of things that could have or yet will happen to you during your short stay here, but look:
Here you are, with worlds of images and information before you. You are breathing. You are likely in a place of relative comfort. There are so many subtle forces at play within the fabric of your life, and many, by simply not acting upon you, show their benevolence.
We do not deserve life, but we are granted it. Show gratitude, then, for the beautiful things that reveal themselves upon your path; each well-meant smile, friendships both eternal and fleeting, and each and every kiss that rests upon your lips, is a brush-stroke on the canvas of our lives.
Never lose hope. Look out into the abyss, and drink in the beauty that you are here, a land of blue skies, verdant trees, and its own unending poetry.