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Created on: October 10, 2009 Last Updated: October 12, 2009
Life is like seasons of winter, summer, fall and spring loving hard and being strong, life is a perfect song. Life can be a curve ball thrown by circumstances some right and some wrong. Life can be a celebration or it can be filled with sadness, depression and degradation. Life is a choice, a gift wrapped in gold, distributed to each of us, so we must learn to cherish it and uphold.
Life is a picture in which beautiful shapes are drawn, life can be exhausting, overwhelming, leaving you tired, weak, forlorned. Or you can learn from those experiences and become wiser and refined with clarity and focus a new determination a clear mind. You use your failures and success to be your tool, your inspiration your muse your all important rule. Lord help me to embrace every minute, each day despite the devastating losses or the triumphant gains, the paths that we quickly run to or we pass by due to our own restraint.
I want to live and not merely exist, I want the moments of total sublime and sheer bliss. From the miracle of birth, to the pure innocence of childhood, to the hope of the future and falling in love, the feeling of joy leaping in my heart, the smooth assurance that peace brings, the experience of truth that rings, working hard to obtain certain goals, the richness of family, to growing old, the undesired pain of death & loss all this & more I except and commit to for life is my monument, it's epic, our biggest event.
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