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I doubt life was ever
Meant to be lived
As one perfect whole
With a beginning
A middle
And an end
Meant to be lived
As one perfect whole
With a beginning
A middle
And an end
How dull.
Rather than growing stale
Stagnant
Still
Settling like dust
I wish we’d all aim to
Live a thousand lives
Within a lifetime
Evolving into new forms
Shape-shifting through existence
With each new lap around the sun
Shedding old skin that
No longer fits
That we’ve outgrown
To make space
For expansion
For cultivation
For new thoughts and traits
For new adventures
New hobbies, new dreams
For deeper, fiery love
And friendship
At whichever stage
And in whatever form
It might appear
Stagnant
Still
Settling like dust
I wish we’d all aim to
Live a thousand lives
Within a lifetime
Evolving into new forms
Shape-shifting through existence
With each new lap around the sun
Shedding old skin that
No longer fits
That we’ve outgrown
To make space
For expansion
For cultivation
For new thoughts and traits
For new adventures
New hobbies, new dreams
For deeper, fiery love
And friendship
At whichever stage
And in whatever form
It might appear
As long as we’re still here
We can find ourselves
Anew each day
We can find ourselves
Anew each day
How beautiful is that?
~
Author: Ernestine Mager
Image: Author’s Own
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Image: Author’s Own
Editor: Catherine Monkman
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