When The Ocean Waves Called Out To Me
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Last published Tue, Jan 10, 2023
We mourn not the passing of a life well lived, we celebrate. We count the times our souls smiled together, reached out so invisibly yet tangibly and touched. Death is only the end of a chapter, my friend.
But a life not well lived, one left with wishes unfulfilled, is one which reaches to me. We live in a world, where so many wishes reach the graves without ever living in the soul. Are you one of those wandering souls, whose heart still endears for a light that had skipped your grasp. Are you one of those wandering souls, who still roam in the valley of living, even though those fine invisible fibers that binds you with reality were severed.
Life is a cruel gamble, my friend. You shall never know what will happen to you, and you can never tell where you will end up. Yet, you will hope. You will hope to be in a better place, around better people, a better life! Hope brings light to this dark place called reality.
So let me rekindle your soul with a fragmant of the embers that I have to offer. Return to from where you came, and shine those tenuous embers where darkness reigns. Your wish is my wish, dear friend.
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