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A Gift

Not all change is chosen; But the most beautiful are brave enough to accept change. Sometime change is thrust upon us, And we have no choice but to allow the change to happen. We could spend our days and hours on this planet Rejecting the change, pretending it didn’t happen, Or forcing ourselves to be something we aren’t. But then we risk to never live the life we were given. Though we are resistant, The change is undoubtedly part of our development. Not meant to have judgment. We are Living. An adjective depicted for The Now. An active, functioning element of The Present Essentially defining us as a Gift.
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May 29, 2014
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