The things that often make life worth living are the very things that drive us to ponder the converse... To sleep perchance to dream, is to deprive oneself of the priveledge of waking. This I would not, nay could not, do. For I have woken to the promises of dreams, and the dreams of promises as sun upon my face.

I have seen in eyes, but inches from mine, reasons to live. To share the knowledge of a day worth living, may make it so I should rather not live the day. So rather I simply say...
"Good morning, good morning all, for the sun has risen on the morrow; and the dawn is yet to fade from the promise of the evening."