I want to be a journalist. That can be a very scary thought for anyone, for two main reasons: journalists are not quite known for their lavish lifestyles, and the industry can become somewhat depressing without any “good” news to write about.

Then I came across a story today that changed my mind.

            Three years ago, Carly Davis was diagnosed with Ewing’s sarcoma, a cancer of the bone and tissue. After 42 weeks of chemo and a short period of remission, Davis’ cancer returned. Once Houston doctors confirmed the cancer was fatal, Davis took time off of school to experience her life long dreams. Funded by local businesses and support groups from Davis’ high school, she was able to travel abroad in Europe and London, as well as visit Hawaii. Davis recently passed Thursday, in Salt Lake City surrounded by family at the tender age of 18.

            Heartbreaking as it is, this story is not sad. Carly got to check off everything on her bucket list. She lived life to the fullest while she still had the chance. Most of us are breathing, most of us are functioning but are we living?

            Yes, there are sad things we see every day on the news - but even some of the sad stories turn out to be the inspiration someone found and needed to keep going, or rather, to start living.