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Life’s too short,don’t let it make u shorter….


This week I wrote a letter to Monday   that made me realize  something…NOTHING LASTS FOREVER!! It doesn’t take a genius to realize that ,but it took me a lot of time to really believe it.So this morning when I was going through My Yahoo! I read an article about a Yale student(Marina Keegan R.I.P) who had passed on.What struck me was how after her death the words she wrote or said  made such an impact and that they were so profound yet so simple'' The notion that it's too late to do anything is comical. It's hilarious. We're graduating college. We're so young. We can't, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it's all we have."


I tried looking for a song that could really sink in my words but didn’t find any.Writing a poem about this would end up being sombre so I hope that my words really make sense.Here goes…We always say that life’s too short and I can’t argue with that.Each passing second is a passing second of uncertainty,we never know what will happen next  no matter how sure we are about things happening.
We all got times when time just seems to fly by and then there  are those times when time just seems to stand still,maybe that’s another irony in this life we call short. So as I read this article about Marina i kept on thinking that life is not short,instead it’s the time we have in this life that’s short(I hope am making sense coz it confused me too J ) Time is the unpredictable factor in our lives,but  its also the key to making this short life taller.

Time is a limitless source of possibilities.The mere fact that it’s unpredictable is the one thing that makes life worth living.To know that anything can change in just a second can only mean that each second that passes opens up new events that I can use to my advantage,no matter how inconvenient they may be.
To think of the drastic changes that life can bring  but see them in a new light,helps a lot.I guess they call it the power of positive thinkingJSo I’ve decided to try it out, and I hope that in this short life we all have,we can always choose to stand tall even when  the worst comes our way.

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