My imagination is my pen
My decisions are chapters
In the great novel called life
However, life is truly not a book
It is a long and enduring journey
That begins from the moment of birth
And ends when we refuse to carry on
What happens on this mysterious journey
Is totally up to you, so choose wisely
For life doesn't make you who you are
You make life what you want it to be
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Life
Some days, life feels like being inside a fertilizer plant caught in tornado. You get no warning at all, but when it hits, there's suddenly nonsense everywhere. You pray you come out unscathed, but you walk away from the destruction covered. It takes weeks or longer to remove all traces of the stench as you try to get life back on track. When you finally escape the remnants, you're weary another such storm will happen.
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