I sat down today with my steaming cup of hot chocolate. Apart from my sister playing guitar hero in the next room, it was pretty much quiet. I just sat there and thought about..life. We all live it, we all have it, we all experience it. It's one thing we all have in common.

I thought about how all our lives are tottally unique. We all make different choices and mistakes. But, for some reason, we still all seem to be the same. We can all relate to each other in some way.

Life is the most priceless thing on earth. Yet, people still want to give it away. Why? We only have one chance to make it right, so why not?

But them I thought about what depression really is. I still think I got it once. It was that day when it all made sense. It was that day when I finally understood why people killed themselves. I think that was the only time in my life when I actually felt real depression.

But, in the end, life has it's good moments, it's bad ones, and it's important ones. We cannot ever forget that.