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When do you actually learn the value of life? During a terrible fate? When finding your soulmate? Or when it's already too late? A baby of 18 months learns to walk and talk of course after 18 months.

A Boy of 8 years learns to unconditionally love his family, only after 8 years of nurture.

18 years old and celebrating his graduation of high school. He's a studier, a researcher, a good worker, again only after 18 years of hard slavery. A young adult, 28 and going, a positive result. The church bells ring of joy and sing for that once-young boy who has aged and now engaged to a beautiful, well known wife, his emotions uncaged for life.

38 years from birth a body lies cold and dead on the earth. A shot or two when a conflict broke through, it's that beautiful girl he met in high school, in a pool of red they said, lying in bed when it struck her through her innocent, sweet head.

My baby of 48 wakes on a morbid, winters day, as my son shakes his way from the living room, hopes hanging low, ropes hanging low a noose is found lying around, laying loose on the ground, in my son's best suit, my son ties his life on a permanent contract of disowner-ship. A manic panic, a twinkle of regret and a hateful, familiar, sudden silence. Just like that, on a silver plate lies my son's regretful, sorrowful fate.

When do we actually learn the value of life? Soulmate? Terrible fate? Or when its already too late...