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We breathe our first gasp of air by crying,

We see our first light through tears,

We fall often before we learn about walking, then running,

We continue to fall, sometimes alone, sometimes in arms so dear,

We often meet junctions and partings,

We will lose the people near and will shed them a tear,

At the end of it all, we will be by ourself, hoping,

Hoping that what we did in this life, is out of love rather than fear.

Roll With The Punches

Life or sometimes our superiors or people who you come across in our day to day life will throw us punches. Some soft some hard but punches nonetheless.

Some of us will fall and give up the fight, but I guess after years of taking these punches and rolling with it, I kind of became more and more immune to it. And it's a good thing.

We got to roll with it. Fall down and stand back up without fear or anger and just keep trudging forward towards our goal.

Today I got punched for no reason. But tomorrow is another day. And I will stand back up and face more ahead not with fury but with a sense of calm and peace, knowing that no matter what I will only come back stronger.

If

If I could take back all the hurt I cause I would.

If I could take back all my words spoken or unspoken I would.

If I could I would not one minute of your time be wasted and let them be mine.

If I could just turn back time.

But I couldn't.