Monday, September 22, 2014

To be human


My mind is often cluttered. My thoughts often conflict, leaving me engulfed in confusion. 

Then, something simple, almost seemingly insignificant clears the clutter and confusion; letting in light, bringing about grace. 

Something small really has no significance, nor something big. It is the memories attached.
The emotions felt. The privilege of living-- of being human. 

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