The story of life is like sailing. The water rushing past the keel. It trails every distance and all too soon it leaves behind than it leaves ahead. And with the voyage of time fade our chances of finding whats been lost or ever getting that which has never been. Love and happiness may be fleeting or illusive or evasive and not always attained.
Sometimes we get lucky and life gives us a second chance. Maybe it happens when we stand still or maybe it happens in synchronicity. All we know is, it happens but it only happens if we follow our path. And the path has heart.
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