I suppose we come to a point where we love every moment of our lives. It's said that this is not to be expected, that some die trying to find the answers. But.... No matter the location, time, circumstances, I find that lately I would not change a thing. How profound, to be satisfied with one's commitments, passions, etc. Of course, things can always be improved. We just must choose to see that possibility.
We were never
gone as we
though we were.
Convinced that life
is a loss and
a silly dream,
I've seen hundreds
walk away
from dreams.
But it's the little
realities.
The simplicities,
as well as
undeniable complications.
Our world bounces
between the extremes,
and we don't have to keep it a secret
that we never actually knew
what we were
doing at all.
We open our eyes,
and look around...
as though surprised
by where we have
come to exist.
This is Your time
and Place.
This is your moment,
your minute,
your hour,
your day,
your week,
your month,
your year.
This is your life,
and mine.
Every life becomes
intertwined.
The universe
deems this a necessary.
Somehow, it was
Always meant to be
this way.
Yes, this way.
With your bitters
and your hurts.
Your bruises and scars,
and tears that never dried.
But also your breath and your beauty.
Your poetry, your expressions,
your soul.
Your moments, and Your life.
It all matters. Every bit of it.
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