Fretting over how life ends, or anything else for that matter, is a complete waste of time.
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I have every reason to be sad, but I don't have any reason to mourn. People grieve when things end. Nothing has ended tonight. One of us has simply gone ahead as we always knew it would have to be.
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Death is never swift.. No matter how those left behind would like to comfort themselves with the thought. -Before Ever After
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If last night proved anything, it's that life is a strong drink served up in an extremely short - and fragile - shot glass.
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Growing old is to be set free. It is a slow and long-simmering process that extracts you from what you are really made of. But it requires acceptance. You cannot put a flailing chicken in a boiling pot. You must accept the heat and the pain with serenity so that the full flavors of your life maybe released.
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If we accept time for what it is, how it flows and how we flow with it, I doubt very much that would continue wasting loads of it by constantly checking our watches.
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Life is a barter of choice and consequences.
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Growing old is to be set free, Brother. It is aslow and long-simmering process that extracts from you what you are really made of. But it requires acceptance. You cannot put a flailing chicken in a boiling pot. You must accept the heat and the pain with serenity so that the full flavors of your life may be released. You may see this as decay, and it is. But it is also much more than that. As the body rots, so does the cage that traps us in our worldly concerns. When my legs became too weak to carry my body, I stopped pacing with worry. When my fingers became twisted, I stopped pointing blame. When I lost my sight, I stopped seeing illusions. It may be dark in the pot that I am simmering in, but I can see more clearly than I have ever seen in my life. I can see you, Brother, and I know who you are.
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I'm sorry, but you just can't fit fabulous into a backpack.
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The gnomons's shadow falls where it falls - and so do we. Where we are now is where a lifetime's worth of steps have taken us.
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You can't return to a place that no longer exists, luv.
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Life is a strong drink served up in an extremely short, and fragile shot glass. We shouldn't waste a single drop.
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