Nein

It seems, that it is only possible to truly appreciate something when it is gone.
The impact of an experience and its effect on you, can only be felt when it is no longer around.
Your soul can feel the warmth of a handful of sun-baked sand, long after the last grain has tumbled between your fingers.
It is impossible to let the wonder of existence be. One has to cherish each and every moment and attempt to remember that one breath is no more or less sustaining than the next.
Scream.
Roar.
Run as fast as you can, until your lungs want to ignite and your teeth throb.
Then run some more.
Try and notice everything. The secrets are in the detail.
Grab your friends by the flesh and kiss them, squeeze them until you can feel their heart beating. Look them in the eye and tell them how happy you are that they are your friends.
My Great Grandfather's grave reads; 'Work while it is day, for the night cometh when no man shall work'.
Word.