Life feels like a fleeting bleeze before you know it slips away leaving you to wonder if you have lived your life or had life taken it living, counting days like hours and years like days, certainly not enough.
Always it never the end we fear, where the seed spur a leaf senences " because the world does not tear for one's loss or change for anyone's absence" we fear the fact, the ignorance of truth that people live just as people die and the cycle is the essence of nature.
Loss is never a loss less it touches the heart and gain is not truly unless it touches people thats how we live trying to feel and make others part of it.
Contentment becomes a theory when happiness is not shared and the way for the heart to feel full is when filled with pleasure of loved ones.
For the love of family never ends....
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