There are times in our lives when we know beyond knowing why we are here. These moments are fleeting, but somewhere deep in our hearts-- we know. For every hurt I ever caused--intentional or not,
for each moment I stood silent when I should have lifted my voice, and every time I spoke when I should have remained silent, for every moment I underestimated the glory that is me, and for every moment I felt superior to another, for every missed opportunity to be kind and caring, and for every second wasted in longing, not contentment--I grieve.
For every awkward first kiss and every passionate embrace, for every broken heart and all the memories of loving, for every kind stranger and all my dear friends, for
every shattered dream and for my lingering hope, for the utter futility of building walls and the painful ecstasy of bringing them down--I feel.
For every golden sunshine and every flower picked by a child, for every cricket singing and every puppy pawprints on new spring clothes, for every time I stood still to reflect and for each and every dream realized--I rejoice.
And although these moments are fleeting, I know why I'm here...
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