Life

Life

A Story by scarecrow29
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Random mutterings

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This life is all we have, we haven't another one stored in a bottle
somewhere or deposited in a bank. We do not live in a fantasy world and
cannot make horcruxes like lord Voldemort does. We make the best of what
is given to us, try to change things that we can, things that are in
our power to change. We accept the things we cannot, or we crib and
suffer silently about them for the rest of our lives or however long it
takes acceptance to settle in, it maybe a year, a decade or even more
than that, but eventually we will accept it, because when we die, we
stop complaining. We fight with the ones we love and follow the ones we
don't when in fact we should fight to keep the ones we love and fight
with the ones we don't. Family supports us, friends support us, our
lovers support us, but in the end if we can support each other, only
then shall our lives be worth the while. Friends and lovers break our
hearts the easiest, some simple words may shatter our hearts into a
thousand pieces, and even a billion words cannot piece it back together,
but then if we're lucky someone special comes along and heals it with a
few simple words and some silent companionship. We may fix our hearts
on our own but we're never the same again, whether that's a bad thing or
not is moot. When family hurts us, it's up to us to remember that taking
care of someone with no cognition is the hardest job in the world
because the patience required is astronomical, hence family is forgiven
and the pain may not be the greatest but probably the longest lasting.
The human heart medically is just a muscle, but the concept of the heart
is so much more, it is strength during fatigue, it is the light in the
dark, it is courage in the face of fear, it is love in the depth of
hate, it is forgiveness in the well of vengeance, the wings of joy that
carries us out of sorrow, it is the only thing we protect with all our
effort, for if we lose our heart, we are nothing more than complex
organisms that waste water, pollute the earth, and reproduce. If our
hearts are strong,if we have support, then this life is worth living.

© 2014 scarecrow29


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