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It’s something I think about often, Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess? And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think. Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift. These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute. When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background. Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning, That life has granted me another day above the dirt. Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox. Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears. This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Fragile Life
It’s something I think about often, Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess? And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think. Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift. These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute. When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background. Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning, That life has granted me another day above the dirt. Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox. Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears. This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
I often think about my ancestry. In my living room hangs a picture of my Great Grandfather Isaac. And each time I walk past it I tell him how much I love him. I look forward to meeting him one day. But until then I refuse to let my death consume me and I hope you don't either.
kurt-carman
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
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