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Post by ARENA on Nov 23, 2021 10:09:14 GMT
"Barely the day started and it's already six in the evening. Barely arrived on Monday and it's already Friday. .. and the month is already over. .. and the year is almost over. .. and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed. .. and we realize that we lost our parents, friends. .. and we realize it's too late to go back. So.. Let's try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time. Let's keep looking for activities that we like. Let's put some color in our grey. Let's smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts. And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let's try to eliminate the afters.. I'm doing it after. I'll say after. I'll think about it after. We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours. Because what we don't understand is that: Afterwards, the coffee gets cold. afterwards, priorities change. Afterwards, the charm is broken. Afterwards, health passes. Afterwards, the kids grow up. Afterwards parents get old. Afterwards, promises are forgotten. Afterwards, the day becomes the night. Afterwards, life ends. And then it's often too late. So.. Let's leave nothing for later. Because still waiting to see later, we can lose the best moments, the best experiences, best friends, the best family. The day is today. The moment is now. We are no longer at the age where we can afford to postpone what needs to be done right away." It Looks Like An Eternity, But It's A Short Trip, Enjoy Life And Always Be Kind.
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Post by althea on Nov 23, 2021 13:15:34 GMT
There is truth and a valuable lesson in this writing. It's something we need to be reminded of from time to time. Our time now is a limited resource. You have expressed the situation we can all recognise.
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Post by ARENA on Nov 23, 2021 13:19:10 GMT
It's not my writing. It was forwarded to me on Facebook with no author.
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Post by althea on Nov 25, 2021 18:46:46 GMT
Ah, as I only post my own writing, I always think that everyone does, unless it is a well known poem.
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Post by ARENA on Dec 18, 2021 11:16:42 GMT
An old poem of mine....
My forgetter's getting better, But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm "here" I'm wondering If I really should be "there" And, when I try to think it through, I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room, Say "what am I here for?" I wrack my brain, but all in vain! A zero is my score.
At times I put something away Where it is safe, but, Gee! The person it is safest from Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone, Say "Hi" and have a chat, Then, when that person walks away I ask myself, "who’s that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke.
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Post by althea on Dec 21, 2021 12:00:22 GMT
That resonates with me.
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