On Death

Why do sadness and hard times seem to bring us together, bringing out our best while good times we take each other for granted? Why do we show up 100% and give so much love to those that are dying, dropping everything to comfort them and love them and let them know how much they mean to us, yet when we are healthy, vibrant and alive we take each other for granted? Can we not love fully all the time? Can we not give our all to every moment? Can we not have utter conviction to any and all human beings that are in front of us every single time? Where is the love, I ask. Why all these ridiculous conditions? Love all the time.