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Feb 2013
Thank you, so much.
Thank you for the ;long nights and for rubbing my tummy when the 'medicine' hurt.
For loving me when no one else did, when I didn't even love myself.
For being my friend above all else,
and telling me I wasn't really bald, and my little whispies of hair counted.
For seeing the reality of that family, and still accepting me.
Thank you for being my love, and showing me what it was like to be that close to someone.
And for allowing me to get that close to you.
For exploring the forests of our hearts, and laughing with the trees and the mermaids.
I love our time together so very much, even if it didn't last as long as we'd hoped.
Forever is all a matter of perception, as are many other things.
Life is pretty amazing when you step back for a few minutes.
When you realize that we are all part of something much larger,
and our faces are merely a reflection
of something much brighter than the flicker that we are,
you start to realize that everything has meaning,
and nothing has meaning.
Love is real,
but then its not.
You realize the colossal paradox that we live in.
And yet with the sharp edges and the strange turns,
its all so very beautiful.
So with all this in mind, it has been nice entertaining the thought of why we meet one another,
how we converse and interact with each other,
or why we do at all.
It has brought me into the realm of realizing that there has to be a reason,
but then on the same thought that maybe it doesn’t have a reason and its all for nothing.
So if we go down the path of life being what we make it,
and this is our world that we create as we go along,
then wouldn't it just so much more magical that this all wasn't for nothing,
and that even if we don't see any logical reason,
that there is probably so sort of grandiose unseen happenings surrounding your decisions.
Now isn't that frightening.
That every action that you take has a consequence and you effect everything around you!
But this is the time to take action,
not let it control you.
Take it and run with it, learn new things and never let that stress of the world weigh you down.
Your only as old as you say you are.
Anjelica
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Anjelica  Grass Valley
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