We celebrate birth. We celebrate death. Do we ever really celebrate whats in between or do we let it pass us by? Each day another domino filled with worry and stress, tumbling down. We work for money. We work for friendship. We work, but do we ever live? The tense faces and still-humored jokes only bring more curiosity. Another day will go by, tired and weary eyed and I'll be left another year older. Aged with dripping beauty. Is this life? Pushing through the challenges life offers? Perhaps. Sometimes it feels like this. Other times, for a brief second I smile, without intention and hope washes over my stained body. I wish I knew how to live.
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