That we cling to small shimmers of light in a world of darkness.
Some say that love is just misery and woe,
That we are doomed to repeated heartbreak, lies and pain.
Some say that happiness is dead, decayed, gone...
To rise from the ashes for mere moments before once more fading.
Some say that life has, does and always will suck,
That we must cling to the few good moments afloat in a sea of crap.
Nah.
Life is a gift, one most precious and grand,
It's the bad, not the good, that are so rare.
And I know you may think your life is horrid despair,
I'm not saying adversity is a lie.
But if we throw in the towel and simply accept life as a lost cause,
Then it is our own cause that is lost.
And love, oh sweet love, our second greatest gift,
To feel pain only when we smile, for those muscles are so overused;
To be oneself fully, yet somehow be loved for every bit of it,
To think of only one whenever we wake, shop, eat, drink, drive, walk, work, talk, go online, smile, laugh, watch tv, cook, sleep, rock, relax, breathe....
And hope... Hope, hope, hope...
Hope is not blind faith or a plan Z,
It is a sense that not only is all not lost,
We will survive,
We will thrive,
We will succeed,
We will kick ass, indeed.
So you can't give up, you can't give in,
Giving up on the gift of life is the greatest of all sins...
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