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[poignant4u]

It's the random moments of beauty in life that make it worth living. Not anything thats planned or scripted... the exchange of a smile, a first kiss in the middle of a sentence, chance meetings just when you thought you would never see someone again. It's things like those that make getting out of bed every morning worthwhile. They may not happen often, but they always seem to happen right when you need them. Just when you feel like nothing else can go wrong, something happens that makes the world beautiful again... even if its only for a second, you can return to the blissful innocence of childhood when the beauty of the world was all around you, untouched by factors that hinder you from recognizing the beauty that can be found around every corner. It's all around us we just have to choose to embrace it; but so often we get comsumed with everything that is wrong that we neglect to notice someone smiling at us, wild flowers in the midst of the garbage along the highway, the warm sun beating down, the sound of the water as it crashes against the shore, the feel of warm sand beneath your feet, the people that care about you, and all around simple things that you take for granted everyday. I miss being a child and being able to be intrigued by the simplest things, dandelions, riding a bike, playing house, dressing up in my moms clothes, peeling the paper off of my crayons, making mud pies, jumping in puddles, running through the sprinkler, and macaroni and cheese. I look back and I wonder if I could be content with the simplest things then, and realize the splendor of the world, and delight in the fact that I could dream, and still believe that those dreams would come true... why can't I do it now? Part of growing up is realizing that the world can be a cruel place, but does that mean that we have to forget about the simple things that make this world bearable? Why is it that when I dream now, those dreams are interupted by the thought that they can never come true? Why can't I dream without limitations? Why can't I believe that no matter what I dream I have the power to achieve it? Why is is that just because we age and take on more responsibilities that we have to forget about dreams and the simple pleasures in life?
Age, grow, live, love, learn, but don't forget.....

I'm not sure why I felt the need to write this down, maybe because I could use one of those things right now. Or maybe because I'm extremely tired but can't sleep.