To Kill A Mockingbird

 Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. (pg 18) When I read over this, my heart instantly dropped. I went over it again and again, and thought how beautiful this really is. I gained out of this that people do not fear the loss of life itself. I forget how precious life is. Each day is a gift and I take it for granted at times. I feel like I forget to be thankful for a new day and instead look at the problems in that day. I want to love to breath in fear of not the loss of breath, but just not having it. I am given breath each day, and now I hope to love just having breath rather than taking it so lightly.