yes to the wild unknown
i know it is frightening but make new discoveries
you will never know if you do not at least try
yes to diving into fresh experiences
find what may be waiting for you over the horizon
overwhelming joy does not dawn by playing it safe
yes to the calming feel of comfort
do not be afraid to grow close to someone
humans long for connection, it is okay to depend on another
yes to making someones day
compliment strangers and tell people they are loved
who truly knows what emotions dwell behind fake smiles
yes to set-backs, to improvement and to progress
yes to giving and yes to taking
yes to loving other beings
yes to loving yourself
yes to loving this Earth
so would you raise your glass please!
cheers to living
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