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The Meaning of Life

I'm not a wise man

And I'm not as old as the sea

I do what I can

To figure out life for me

 

Life is the moments we make

The meaningful ones we never forget

And the ones that seem like a waste

Breath in each moment, so there are no regrets

 

Tell stories, both good and bad

Find entertainment in the benign

Be proud of the mistakes, not sad

Because this life I'm making is all mine

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Jun 21, 2015
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