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Time

by lakotapronych

Time is a valuble thing; and although it is merely a concept we came up with ourselves, we still tresure it deeply. "I don't have enough time" Make your own time, If you want so badly for something to happen, you have to make it happen. I've been sitting by for too long waiting for things to fall right into the palm of my hands. I wanted the world to give into me. Then i realized; the world wasn't mine to dominate. In itself, the world is it's own being, For years its been captivating life far beyond our capibility. And for people to think that our mother earth as just an object, that we can take complete charge of, is simply a misunderstood idea. You see; you are exactly like the world, You are your own being, I wanted you to fall into me, but then I realized that you can not take charge of other living things. You have to let them live on their own. If they so choose to do things for themselves; let them. Live for yourself, not others. Help out when you can. Love often. Let things grow.
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Written by
lakotapronych
Canadian
Published
Jun 28, 2014
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June 28, 2014

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