Is our body really a ticking time bomb? Am I being extremely morbid when I say that it almost feels like the immigration office where every single one of us has a number and it is just a matter of when it is called out...does it really matter - all the treating yourself right emotionally, spiritually and physically? Life has left me with a series of questions that - I don't have the answers to yet ...I read a beautiful poem by someone called Crystal (a cancer survivor), it was almost as if she had snatched the words out of my mind...
Hope
Its Magic & Its Free
Its not in a prescription
Its not in a IV
It punctuates out laughter
It Sparkles in our tears
It simmers under sorrows
and dissipates our fears
Do you know what hope is?
Its reaching past today
Its dreaming of tomorrow
Its trying a new way
Its Questioning All the Answers
And always seeking more"
Hope your weekend has been relaxed and not too introspective as mine.
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