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LIFE


Life is a joy. It makes our spirit grow and we shine our brightest colors, we fill our lives with music and then we fall in love and we try to make it all work, we try with all our might, we keep a smile on our faces and welcome all the bounties that sometimes life offers us. 

But life also hurts, and when it does we crumble down and then we just pick our pieces and put ourselves back together again. We are just broken pieces glued together walking here and there and yet, we manage to smile. We say hello and answer that we are ok, we just walk and continue moving on from everyday battles. Neverending battles. Is that we have left?

Life is a gift, but I just wish I wasn't given it. Selfishness and cowardice perhaps come into play, but what can we say when those tears and heartaches seem not to go away? Again, we pick up whatever is left and somehow move on, we rebel against it all trying not to show our scars as we weather the storm, we grow, we move on.

Life is beautiful. It is a beautiful mess, it is a beautiful chaos that we try constantly to make better through our actions, through who we are and somehow it is worth it. It is contradicting, it is painful but oh my, when we see that beautiful blue sky up high, those mountains, or how flowers perfume the valley... that hits differently, and we feel small and filled with joy and tranquility. Life is that contradicting. We are contradicting, we are souls, we are nature, it is just that we went in a different direction, I feel we were not supposed to be this way.  



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