Life and Existence- i.e. my point of view.

There is a huge difference between 'life' and 'existence'. Life is like...  tasting a fruit over and over again but still keep finding something new in the taste. Existence is just... a rotten sock. Nothing we can do about it. :P
This way or the other, we have to fight. Fight for the things that are important to us. Even though we may be sure of something it may be gone the next time we wake up. But what if loss is there so that we can gain something? What if we earn while we bankrupt? I mean... ok, let's give you a good example.

"Two teenage girls. They meet, accidentally. Quickly get to know each other. It's obvious they are like two long lost and perfect halves. Matching. Without any faults. Perfect. Living in their small little world. Together they could do anything and everything. They HAD everything while they had each other. But they didn't care about the rest as long as they had each other by the side. They made each other. Yes, made. One helped another to stand on her own feet. To become who they finally became. Free. Rebellious. Wild. And suddenly one of the friends leaves. She's gone. Tearing the first one into pieces. No contact. Not even a word. A message. No nothing but devastation of the other girl. But as the time passed and healed the worst wounds, the first one got stronger. Independent. She was able to continue on being her free, rebellious and wild self without her. She was able to live, and to taste the life. She was able to fight whatever she had to fight. They renewed their friendship by the words 'whatever happens, if we're going to see each other or not, You still have a piece of my heart, and I've got a piece of Yours. We are one, even though, we are two'."
So, as you can see, even though the first girl seemed to be devastated, broken into pieces, by loosing all she had. All her world. Her strength, she also gained a lot. She was weak, fragile before they met. But when her entire world faded...when she started to get better, she realised she was so much stronger than before. She could handle anything life would throw her. She wasn't afraid anymore. She was ready to be surprised by life, and, to surprise life.
And this is how life differs to existence. Life is something we are ready to take by surprise, existence is taken for granted.


And yes. The story is painful. True. And mine. As well as hers.