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is way to short....if there is someone special to you whom you love as a friend a mother father brother sister...any family....or someone other than family but special to you.....make sure you NEVER let a day go by with out tellin them that...
I jus found out that an online friend of mine died tonight in the line of duty...all i know is he worked for the DEA and a mutual friend who was his next of kin received the call about 2 hours ago.....
So in light of this I'm askin that you tell those you love you love em...in case tomorrow never comes*walks out wipin tears*
<font color="#FFFFFF" size="1">[ July 16, 2002 10:34 PM: Message edited by: SummerStorm ]</font>
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Life is a journey,
It moves about us and around us,
and can become us if we let it.
Always searching, always hoping,
for some answers to its being.
It moves in all directions,
circling, weaving, and transposing.
Sometimes confused and bewildered
in its searching and its seeking.
But always steadfast in its mission
to untangle life's true meaning.
It challenges us, excites us,
and demands from us commitment.
To join the journey and the seeking,
for life's truths and its secrets.
To become its earthly partner,
and to find some order in it.
Sadness comes to it sometimes,
joy and laughter too.
Crying, pain, and fear at times,
and hope if we will accept it.
But, we must not forget it,
should instead move towards it.
Listen to its singing,
Of its caring and its giving,
its quiet message to us.
You see, life is a journey.
It moves in spite of us, and because of us,
and without us if we let it.
It can be insistent and demanding,
in its calling and its yearning.
It can fool us and be resistent
to complexity and to changes.
Become stagnant if unnurtured,
but glorious on a true course.
It presents its gifts,
gives glimpses of its many tapestries,
and lends us colors for our canvas.
And as we turn our minds to focus,
and In a single moment,
with but a simple movement of our brush,
it may ask us to paint a picture,
to texture its many elements,
not of it, but of us.
It whispers to slow down, to see its great diversity.
Like the oak, the sky, the land, the sea,
the aged redwood that still grows strong.
Or a mountain stream that soothes the mind,
with its quiet murmur.
Or a flower, or a bird that's singing,
or a thought of what will be.
You see, life is a journey.
It is all things, but sometimes only one thing.
It beckons us to join it, to immerse ourselves in it.
To fear not its changes,
but contemplate its mysteries and its answers,
and seek the challenge of it.
It is about becoming,
of changing, of accepting, and of loving.
It is about the universal spirit,
of its beauty and its wonder.
And we dare not escape it, deny it, or reject it.
But instead, should lovingly embrace it.
So, lift up your spirit in your journey,
let go of earthly burdens and of worries.
Become as a flowing river,
purposeful in your endeavors,
and moving ever forward.
Be a partner in its travels,
move swiftly if you need too.
And learn from it, enjoy it,
and yield to its embraces,
wherever it may take you.
For life is a journey.
