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The only constant in my life, is the constant change.
There are four kinds of people:
Those who you stumble across,
Those who stumble across you,
Those who you fall in love with,
And those who fall in love with you.
You may not fall in love with every person you stumble across,
But you will never stop loving those who you fall in love with.
There are people who have been there from the beginning, and who will never really leave you.
And there are people who only catch you half-way through.
There are people who you can’t get rid of,
And there are people who leave you too soon.
But really, everyone leaves you when they’re supposed to.
You can’t always figure out why they left so soon,
Or the manner in which they did,
But those are only minor details.
Because they needed to leave you.
Each person creates a ripple effect in the world.
They bring people together when they need it most,
But they never even knew what they needed.
Everyone wants so badly to be happy.
But most of them already are.
If we just took the time to be,
We would realize we already are happy.
How can you be unhappy,
When you wake up every morning and think,
“This is the first day of the rest of my life.”
How can you remember yesterday,
Everything you thought, saw, felt, smelt, heard, and tasted,
And thought it was a bad day?
How can you be unhappy,
When you wake up and know that you could save someone’s life,
Every day?
Even the worst days,
Are the worst for a reason.
Even though they were never really bad at all.
Everything that happened, was for something.
It could be just so that your next day was something better,
Or it could be something you’ll never know.
Every situation that happens,
Happens for some reason.
Every one of these situation moulds you.
We are shorelines,
And life is our ocean.
Every situation erodes us,
Every crevice, nook and cranny,
Is meant to be there.
Because without them,
We aren’t complete,
We aren’t perfect.
It’s when we let these imperfections show,
That we become truly beautiful.
People build these walls around themselves,
To keep from letting everyone in.
The only real problem with that,
Is that they never really let themselves out.
As close as you can be to someone,
Are you ever really close enough?
Minds are vast… they are larger than the world, the universe,
And all contained in one small space.
People never even go to the edge of the horizon of their minds,
Before coming to a crashing halt.
People never really live their lives.
They’re too concerned about the image they project,
The way they look and act towards the world.
If they would just let go of everything,
Then they would finally be able to enjoy life,
Like they were meant to.
By the time they realize this,
And start to change,
It’s too late.
Every day that we spend,
Locked inside these walls we create,
Is a day, wasted.
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