This is life.
What you have is wonderful.
You are one of the lucky ones.
With the breeze gently caressing your face and the sun warming your toes in the sand.
Your movement, sublime and unhindered.
You walk the earth freely and without care or equal.
Smile and be joyous, the tightrope is narrow but your balance is sharp and purposeful.
Watch your step.
One slip and you become that which you fear.
Every action has it's opposition.
Everything has its anti.
Look around you and see what could be.
You could be that which is tread upon, stepping stones of the carelessly unaware.
Open your eyes, it's mourning somewhere.
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