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What is the right question?
When does life truly begin?
Is it when we are born?
Maybe when we feel that we have found our true love.
If we were to never find...would we ever be alive?
How can we be happy with so much pain?
Is it there to remind us that we are not dead?
What does it mean to be happy?
Is it to have all of the things you want?
What if it's just all of the things you need?
Is happiness just to have a family, and knowing they'll gone in 18 years?
Will they be happy in the world that we have built?
Why is it we can breath and beat and so dead to ourselves?
When have we ever cried about just being us?
How is it that everything impacts us wether we believe it or not?
Where is our faith when we have used up all of our rope?
When is the end truly the end?
Maybe when we no longer think about it, and forget?
"I found I wasn't asking good enough questions because I assumed I knew something. I would box them into a corner with a badly formed question, and they didn't know how to get out of it. Now, I let them take me through it step by step, and I listen. " (Alan Alda)
If we are "so" happy, and "alive". Not to mention "so" in love. How often do we read what we write. We can always go back and laugh at the things that made us cry. How often do we go back and cry about the things we laughed at?
Is it when we are born?
Maybe when we feel that we have found our true love.
If we were to never find...would we ever be alive?
How can we be happy with so much pain?
Is it there to remind us that we are not dead?
What does it mean to be happy?
Is it to have all of the things you want?
What if it's just all of the things you need?
Is happiness just to have a family, and knowing they'll gone in 18 years?
Will they be happy in the world that we have built?
Why is it we can breath and beat and so dead to ourselves?
When have we ever cried about just being us?
How is it that everything impacts us wether we believe it or not?
Where is our faith when we have used up all of our rope?
When is the end truly the end?
Maybe when we no longer think about it, and forget?
"I found I wasn't asking good enough questions because I assumed I knew something. I would box them into a corner with a badly formed question, and they didn't know how to get out of it. Now, I let them take me through it step by step, and I listen. " (Alan Alda)
If we are "so" happy, and "alive". Not to mention "so" in love. How often do we read what we write. We can always go back and laugh at the things that made us cry. How often do we go back and cry about the things we laughed at?
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