She was just so contented over the simple reality that she was breathing, that she was looking at the beauty life offered, The beauty that would make her cry, that would make her sing with the strings of her heart. She just couldn't let herself be grief stricken--- And how could she? She had a sky above her, a sea to wander about, to flow away with its waves, a sunset to view everyday, a sun to hope for every night. She had forests yet to explore, she had guitar yet to learn, she had secrets of her heart yet to unfold... How could she be sad when she had God with her, her God within her heart, she found Him, she called for Him and realized that there He was, in the midst of her very being, with her all the time. The simple beauty of life wouldn't let her loose hope, It always gave her a chance to take a chance. And what life else than a chance was? She always took a chance, and she was always blessed with a one.
(Old One, Dated: Nov, 10, 2012)
(Old One, Dated: Nov, 10, 2012)
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