The last chapter of a perfect life is punctuated with moments of reflection and thoughts of beautiful memories. A long, beautiful dance streaked aimlessly with fear, hurt, love, wonder, desire, lust.And all of the imperfect roads eventually lead to the place you were intended to be. Determining that the only true constants are in the concept of self. So there you stand, watching the garden grow. Reaping what you have sewn. Harvesting the beautiful memories you unconsciously choose to remember. Having the hindsight to wish only you would have taken the risks, chosen to love without abandon, and move past regret. Release the anger, the price is to high, and the load is too much to carry. Find a way to forgive, for yourself. Choose, when given the opportunity to make the moment a memory worth keeping. Fill your life with the moments that can't be forgotten. Never give up. It's worth it, I promise.
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