Solving the solution to a false problem spins the world as we know it, creating war amongst peace and freedom. Isn’t it strange that regardless of the pain we endure, the ability to smile never leaves. The dying man finds strength to smile & comfort loved ones, while they know it’s a bitter sweet moment no one can realize the grace and light the heart is touched with in those last seconds. The cloud of sadness is heavy, but the power of love can fix a broken heart and what is more poetic than that. We spend lifetimes trying to avoid hurt instead of creating moments that make god speechless. Every day we are free regardless of lively hood or circumstance simply because of the ability to smile. Death is easy, living is hard. Being hurt and carrying around pain is easy, choosing love and forgiveness is hard, always choose hard because it makes LIFE easier.
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