Why is it that things become painfully important only when we find them gone?
While the sun shines, we pay no attention. While we see color, hear music, feel the softness of cotton, taste the tang of a ripe apple, we ignore them and take them for granted.
While those we love are with us, alive, we don't consider the profundity of it.
Don't allow loss to be your harsh teacher.
Open your eyes and look around you now, and see.