the phrases we breathed

i've been thinking about the pattern of high & low moments we all seem to go through in life. it seems they follow each other the way that life & death do. do we figuratively die in some moments so that we can find restored life in another one? the way we go to sleep at night and wake in the morning parallels that idea. when we sleep we appear lifeless, but in the morning we find a fresh look at things and another chance to do things right. i think that's a pretty cool idea.