I was watching a TV show recently, and something was said that stuck with me. One of the characters was searching for a word that was so big and complicated, and yet so sad. When they finally found it, the word turned out to be alive. “Alive isn’t sad,” someone else said. “It is when it’s over.” That struck me then, but I didn’t know why until recently, when I came upon the idea that what is sad about living, is not living fully.