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Isn't that what they say?
But what does that mean?
There's no definition that may
answer that question...
For everyone everywhere
Because it's all about what you
feel in your heart and share
with the important people in your life...
I honestly believe it means
you should make choices
that will never let you seem
to wonder "What if...?"
Or ask yourself questions like
"Why am I not happy?"
"Where did I wrong?"
How can my life be...
So unfulfilling
and depressing
day after day
continually stressing...
Me out to the point
of no return or worse
when I think there's
simply a real curse...
On my existence
as silly as it sounds...
If you can't shake it
The feelings will compound...
And lead you to a tragic
internal, premature death
of emotions and real living
that will always be less...
Satisfying and true
than living for today
in a way that may
make you feel all new...
Each and every morning
despite the world around you
your life will not be dreary...
And you will never have to -
Wonder what could have been
if only you'd taken a chance
and lived in the moment
and treasured the dance...
Of your life that's not eternal
embracing the small things
that may come unexpectedly
and give you unknown wings...
To soar above
the mundane and boring
To choose the path
that's worth exploring...
Remember you only
walk this world one time
make it a valuable trip
filled with the sublime...
You'll probably regret what you
choose not to do a lot more
than what you decide to try
so do not close the door...
On the unknown
Go the extra mile
Take some risks
and you will smile...
When you look back
on the life you made
You will not lack
in delight or...
Have to ask yourself
Why? Why? Why?
Did I allow the years
to fly quickly by...
Without enjoying my days
to the fullest extent
and making each moment
more than well-spent?
Resource Box - ? Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8364.a sp


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