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"The real voyage of life consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes." -Marcel
Proust.
The details of the earth make me so grateful that I am alive. Something so small and fantastic actually living is
something that is horribly difficult to comprehend. Interpretation is applying your view to what you already know, see, feel
or learn. It is like prescription glasses. Each prescription shows what you want to see in a different way. So don't think
of yourself as a life gone wrong or wasted. What is there to waste? After something happens, it can never happen again, and
it cannot be recreated with the vigor naturally instilled within it. Live today like yesterday never happened. The earth is
clean and you are a newborn, thirty-nine-year-old baby. Pink-skinned, blue-eyed and wonderful. You appreciate the new and
accept what you cannot change. Every night you die. Every night you are born. Those hours in-between when you close your eyes
and when you open them again never were. You are somewhere new and you are something else. Something singular and free, not
polluted, unaffected.
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