Afterlife
We travel down the winding road of life.
We are only visiting.
One day, we will find ourselves home again.
Looking back on our short stay.
Did you embrace the pain?
Did it help you grow?
Did you just give up?
Or did you fight on like a determined soldier?
Wars are not won by those that walk away.
Victory will not be tasted by those that are not afraid to be bitten.
Count your blessings daily.
Both the good and the bad..
The good make us appreciate.
The bad make us appreciate more.
After the dead of winter, a bud emerges from the snow.
It brings new life.
A symbol that the old leads to birth of the new.
For every death symbolizes rebirth.
If your heart never broke, you would never know it was working.
And like every muscle, in order for it to grow,
You have to work on it.
When you are looking down, you will know the journey was worth it.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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