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Sep 2015
Every day, I can't help but think about life and existence.
How pain is felt, how our body's are constructed to the point of perfection, how the stars every night put on a little show for us.
There is so much beauty, yet us humans cling to the dark side of the world, the dark thoughts and fears that overwhelm us.
Every single person on this earth experiences pain during some point in their life, and it's so odd to me that we focus on these little bruises, these little bumps in the road, that we soon will cross over and heal, rather than focusing on how beautiful life and existence is.
& to the universe our problems are just a speck of dust.
Jenni A
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Jenni A
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