Life
What is Life? I ask myself that everyday….Life to me feels so empty sometimes it’s just like trying to take a breath but the air is so polluted that I just say, “what’s the point?” Life has it’s up’s and down’s, but I guess when you sit and think about it Life is just Reality. You go to bed every night praying that the next day would be better, hoping and wishing that just once I’ll get a break, sometimes you do, but better days come at such a slow paste. Than here it comes, “Life” Reality-strikes just another day in this cold, cold world that Reality has built for you. Maybe one day all the things you’ve prayed for, all the things you’ve hoped for would come true: it’s like balancing them both on each of your hands. Is this Life or is this Reality? Which one would out weigh the other? I ask myself that everyday…but on the other hand when I sit and think about Life It’s beautiful and very precious whatever way God has your Life planned out that’s the way it’s going to happen. I guess sometimes you have to just take a number and get in line: at least that’s the way it feels. What is Life? Very hard at times but that’s Life: It’s precious and you only have one to live, so take hold to it and as times get hard pray and as times get better keep on praying. Just live life the best way you can, cause remember you only have one and it’s very precious.
Written By: Elizabeth Rollins
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