What is life?
But the essence of something wonderful that ends too soon.
in a thousand other little moments wrapped in comfort food.
The whisper of a promise,
The knowing of not knowing but knowing there is a mystery to uncover.
The thrill of discovery.
The agony of loss.
To be born and know life is to find the rainbow.
To live it is to know the rainbow has no end or beginning.
It just is.
Like counting gains of sand.
It's a happiness that shifts this way and then that way
never to be contained.
Never for sale.
It's the joy of knowing that every fiber of your being
has power shooting from each limb.
To know death but not fear it.
To be small, yet stand tall.
What is life if not a dream?
When bad days become good…
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