No life is a waste, The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.
Sacrifice, "You made one. I made one, We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost."
That's the thing. Sometines when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else."
"That's because no one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed of it.
But now, here in order to move on, you must understnad why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it.
People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman.
Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
"I lost of myself"
Lost love is still love, it takes a different form, that's all.
Life has to end, Love dosen't.-----
- Jan 21 Sun 2007 12:01
A story start with Death, A gift to the Soul
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