Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Sometimes we’re on a collision course, and we just don’t know it. Whether it’s by accident or by design, there’s not a thing we can do about it. Your life is defined by its opportunities... even the ones you miss.
Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons and needles. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance. We’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us? You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go. Life can only be understood looking backward. It must be lived forward…
When you are at home, and find your own people's advice as nagging, everyone seems your enemy and all you want to do is just flee away to some unknown place. You wander all the world, but the only place you find solace is your home. It's a funny thing about coming home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you. None of us is perfect forever. You are young or old, only on the outside…I get twitches and shakes out of nowhere; always losing my line of thought. But you know what? God keeps reminding me I'm lucky to be alive.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
Sometimes I think how nothing last, and what a shame that is. But then, sometimes some things do last. Like….. Loving you is worth everything to me...and it will last forever…..
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