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Keep Walking.

Every instance has a beginning and to some extent an end. A seed is planted, it takes root, sprouts, blooms, gives forth fruit or seed then withers away having touched the world as we know it, even if it's for a second. This can be said about us as human beings. At the end of the day, it is crucial to be proud of who we have become, even if it's for the tiniest bit.

Be proud of the love you gave, of the way you risked your heart despite the pain it had been through. Be proud of the effort you show those you care about and love. Show up with a ruthless certainty that you did all you could. 

That you showed up and made people feel seen, that you made those around you feel a little bit less alone, that you eased their burdens just a little bit. Be proud of your life, the way you healed, of the way you learned from mistakes even when it wasn't comfortable. The way you push yourself to be a better person.

 At the end of the day, the most important thing is being able to say without hesitation that you lived your life! That you did not take a back seat to face your fears, flaws, insecurities, or any hardships or even a situation that required you to be part of.

Live, Don't take a minute for granted, because, at the end of the day, we aren't promised anything. Give this life your all and as Holzer says,

I've been out, I've been around.
I've seen parts of this world, not just my little town.
It's insightful to me to see how others believe.
It's insightful to me to see how we perceive.
It's in all of us. That little spark.

Listen to each other, Hark, Hark.
Why do we put each other down?
When we know this life is no fanciful gown.
Though I may be small and act as though I know it all.

I'm learning and yearning for a blistering burning.
I want that fire to keep pushing on.
I know I can make it till the next dawn.
So what can I do for myself and others?

Give oh give to all my brothers.
Give oh give to all my sisters.
Work so hard it gives me blisters.
This life has a purpose for you and me.

You may not be famous but that's the point, can't you see?
Even the smallest act of kindness
can heal the darkest blindness.
It opens the heart of you and them.

It's the beginning of a sharing stem.
If you've influenced someone's heart to give,
You've done your job. 
You've been given the passion to live.

Memoir #12. Live life, and love.

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