This is not a book about death, this is a book about life. About every single day that lies ahead of us. About our dreams and desires that we often don't give a chance to fulfill. About our love for other people, whom we often dare not speak out. About love for ourselves, which often does not exist in our lives. About possibilities that life opens up for us, that we cannot grasp out of fear or out of carelessness. About supposedly desirable goals that make us realize in retrospect that we simply overlooked something much more significant on the way there. About the glow in our eyes that is gradually disappearing. We live our lives once. There's no way we'll do better next time. To really live means to try again and again to live according to our own standards.