living is so dear.

"i went to the woods because i wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if i could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when i came to die, discover that i had not lived. i did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did i wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary." - thoreau

lately i've been thinking about how everyone's "woods" are a certain place. and a different place. and how some of us know our woods and some of us don't. but maybe we all do. because the biggest part of life, the part that teaches you the biggest lesson... that's your "woods," isn't it?