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Reaching The Top

Although my life seems sometimes like one huge mountain, and although I sometimes feel that I will never reach the top and have a magnificent view.  I remind myself daily that life is too short not to be happy.  I mean there is not a single person on this planet that hasn’t had some sort of battle in their life.  Everyone has different types of battles they are fighting but everyone have some sort of overall goal of being happy.  I have definitely not achieved everything in my life that I would like to have reached by now.  But life is a journey and I have a lot of goals and ambitions. A person gets one life and one life only; you might as well enjoy it and live it to its fullest.  I try to see my obstacles as challenges that can be overcome.  Like Dolly Parton once said:“If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” A great life doesn’t just happen it takes hard work and determination to make your dreams come true.  I hope I can one day sit in my chair and look back at my life and the choices I made and be proud of myself.  I did a lot of stupid things in my life and I try to learn out of my mistakes and then I try to never make the same mistakes. I laugh a lot, I try to live each day as if it is my last, I try to appreciate everything how small it may be and I really try to forget and forgive.  I love adventure and will grab every opportunity that comes my way to do something exciting and enriching my life and life experiences by it.
 
 
"Life is too short to be anything but happy. So kiss slowly, love deeply and forgive quickly. Take chances, give everything, have no regrets and forget the bad in the past. Just remember what all it taught you."  
imamhere imamhere 18-21, F 3 Responses May 28, 2011

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such wisdom thank you for sharing

The Journey



by Mary Oliver



One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice--

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.



But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.



It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.



But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do--

determined to save

the only life you could save.

What an inspiration, I wish I had the outlook on life when I was your age.