In the middle of the fire.

If we never change, do we ever learn? Do we ever really grasp the concept of anything? Do we ever really live and not take things or people for granted? Are we ever truly happy? Are we never truly content until death comes upon us and we accept it? We are all entitled. Aren't we? We are allowed to do the things we never seem to have the time for. I don't think we really ever embrace the full power of our existence. Shouldn't we though? We are here. WE are living. This IS life. Does anyone even see it? Does anyone even see us, you know those people you talk to everyday? But we are all invisible.. hidden. Like books left unread. Never to be understood. and always to be forgotten... always.