Why do you like to be alive?

Here’s my story on why life is harsh and beautiful. I knew an old man that i was visiting in the dementia ward at the hospital. He would blip in and out of reality and at time remember and forget his surroundings. Just once on the night before he passed. I could see in his eyes that he had come to terms with his illness and was ready to pass. He gave me a little nod on facetime that night. Next morning he passed away.