When The Ocean Waves Called Out To Me

When The Ocean Waves Called Out To Me

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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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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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