Living Life
Life is too short to worry about the past.
Nor wander through the remains
of what once was and now belongs
in the history books of time.
Life is too precious to be counting the seconds.
To live your life in fear and regret.
Go out and see the world,
You may only get that chance once.
Breathe deeply,
take it all into you.
Listen to the sounds around you,
find joys in the song of birds
the rustling leaves of trees.
Touch, taste, feel, experience all
that lay in front of you in
the buffet of life.
As that day will surely come
when it is too late
to do it any better,
any different.
Laugh as though
it all is one big joke.
Cry as though you heard
the saddest thing
you would ever hear.
Scream as loud as you can,
like nothing in the world
can stop you.
Run as fast as your legs can carry you
on the path beneath your feet.
Spread your arms open wide
and embrace every moment,
every second.
You may not get that chance again.
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