People die, babies are born
New loves burn brightly while old ones fizzle out
The homeless struggle to find food while the millionaire worries about their cell service
There is deep pain in many lives while there is great joy in others
The hills and the valleys, the highs and lows
They are tied together, one cannot exist without the other
And their presence is what we call life.
Carry on through the valleys, but do not try to destroy them
You must travel through them to get to the top of the hill ahead.

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Philosophy On Life
ŞiirMy personal perspective on the value of life that I kinda just came up with one night