Ruminations on the contemplations


The little details of our lives fade away into the crashing waves of our experience. They are lost, stranded at sea and never to come back. But the things they leave behind, that is all we have left. The fingerprints these people leave behind on our lives shape us into who we are today. We are a patchwork, a collage of the things we've done, the things we've said, the things others have said. Do not despair and weep over what was; realize that what happened was always meant to happen. What happened has given you a new perspective on yourself and those around you. What happened is an experience that will enrich your life beyond measure, good or bad. Find the goodness in every moment, because every moment has the capacity to inspire. She may not be coming back to you, he may not want you anymore, but it’s up to you to keep moving forward, to forge ahead and make yourself who you want to be. It is YOUR life, so start living it that way.

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