On Thanksgiving Monday,
I am looking out my bedroom window onto the street to see cars lined up along the curb that I have never seen before.
  For me, It would usually mean a happy sight, it means unity and love because each car carried a family.  
Each car carried a family to another family's home where they will share a family dinner and reminisce on past family occasions.
This will be the first family occasion without my family and that saddens me.
What's a Thanksgiving dinner without your family to share it with?

In this world we live in, people live.  Just simply live.  
In this world we live in, people die.
People die.

Is it more complicated to live than it is to die?
Or isn't the complication of dying, leaving everyone else behind?

What if you woke up tomorrow, only to find yourself dead?
How complicated would that be?
What about your mother, sitting by your bedside, waiting to hug you again?
What about your best friend, dreaming of the day he could talk to you again?
What about your siblings, that are too young to understand but will have to grow up the rest of their lives without you?
What about you. Is it so complicated to simply live? Or simply die?

In this world we live in, people die.
Simply die.