She pours over journals and poems and words uttered long ago.....(not that long ago)
all of the sadness....the tears....the transitions...
lies, deceit, sadness, debauchery, bad behavior.....
this is her road. This is her life. It is not happening TO her...
it's happening WITH her.
There's a difference.
There is.
She realizes that every step on the path is a step forward.
And every step forward is a step away from the past.
We ARE the music makers. We ARE the dreamers of the dream
We have the power to make it whatever we want it to be.
We must live in the moment NOW. We do not allow things to happen TO us....
the moments are happening BECAUSE of us.
Instead of tiptoeing through the gardens she wants to run barefoot through
the meadows with her arms outstretched and her face raised to the sky...
She might fall...she might get hurt....she might cry...
but in between she'll laugh and she'll dance and she'll love and she'll live.
That's when we breathe. That's where we find the music.
That IS the dream.
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And we can make the dreams become reality. That's the beauty of this -- of everything.
There will always be the bad stuff -- it just exists. And there will always be the good stuff too.
So, as you suggest, it's our choice, in the end -- and in the beginning and middle, too.
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Keep breathing deep fresh air -- keep being as alive as you can be.
As you say -- "every step forward ...."
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