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I'm sitting here
Pondering what to write
I begin to think...
I think of a play I once read
A play that had a huge impact on the way I view life
The play - "Our Town"

Life is so short
Once it's gone,
We can never go back
All the little things we take for granted.

Orange juice- taste
Stupid birds singing at 6 am -hearing
a hug when a hug was not really needed - touch
Flowers on a random morning -scent
The moon in the sky every single night -sight

We go through life
In such a rush
Never really looking at each other,
Never really caring to look around
Thinking we have all the time in the world.

I don't want to be like that anymore.
I want to be old, on my death bed saying..
I lived life to the fullest,
I took each day as they came
I savored every moment life gave me

I don't want to be saying..
I wish I could go back and relive just one day
"If only I would have given more thought to things"
"If only I would have noticed the smaller things"

No, not me
Not anymore
Death now scares me
But life is so... so... wonderful
To never have it, would be tragic
And yet, people throw it away.. so..
Carelessly
Problems come, and problems go..
Little things make life worth living.

My eyes were opened to the error of my way
True, I'm still depressed.
But life keeps going.
I -tasted- the rain today
I - listened- to the beautiful birds as I awoke
I - saw- the glorious moon last night, as I always do
I -hugged- a friend for no reason, and smiled sweetly
I -smelled- the same old scent of my school, knowing that once I'm out of here, I will miss it
No matter what I say.

"Stop to smell the flowers" Is what I was told when I was little.
I know realize why.
When we are old and gray
We can not go back
IF we take our time through life
And cherish every last second.
We won't need to go back
Because we already savored it all.

~* I kept thinking for 2 days now, about how quickly we live life, and how fast my years have gone. So I sat down, without planning what I was going to write, and this is what came from it all*~



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