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Samsara

by patrick-mcfarland

The child opens his eyes and sees a million points of light, each one an open door to an endless possibility. The adolescent opens his eyes and sees a hundred thousand points of light, each one a door to new hopes and adventures The adult opens his eyes and sees a few hundred points of light, each one a door beckoning him to new experiences The retiree opens his eyes and sees perhaps a dozen points of light, each one a door, welcoming him to well earned relaxation The old man opens his eyes and sees but one dimly lit point of light coming from a single door from which he hears his name gently being called In trepidation, he closes his eyes and walks slowly towards that final door, and nervously passes over it's dark threshold When he opens his eyes, he is a child with a million points of light before him, each one an open door to an endless possibility.
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Jan 18, 2011
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