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| You only live once, but if you live it well enough, once is enough; |
Been the longest of times since I've penned down anything. For that matters, lived.
The second hand ticks; life passes you by.
The multitudes that have transpired.
And left, to be written.
When you've been given an expiry date.
What stands before you, the things you leave behind.
What of yourself, would be left behind.
Emotions; baggage; Unfinished tales, unwritten ones.
Sometimes I'd rather settle for ordinary.
Because living up to expectations can be tiring.
Because rising up to challenges can be daunting.
Because telling yourself that tomorrow will be a better day over, and over again, is exacting.
But what's a life if unfulfilled?
What is a life, if untested.
Where is its meaning, if unproven.
And its worth, if un-validated?
Choice or not, for good, bad or even.
We're worth every single bit of it. We all are.
And I'd be facing the day with a conviction.
That every moment left would be a treasured one.
That every memory captured would be a lasting one.
That every day would be one without regrets, looking backwards.
Let the countdown begin.
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And to you.
Whom a mere thank you would be insufficient.
Falling has never been that painful. But neither has getting up been this great.
Whoever thought two paths could cross in a way as such.
But for every minute, every hour. I'd always be glad that you could be around.
#459. Go figure.
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Everyday's a song.
Ron Pope, Drop in the Ocean.
A drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most.
Because you are my heaven.
