Life is such a wonderful thing,
You go through it and feel all emotions.
The highs and joys when you are happy,
The lows and sorrows when you are sad,
All add to your life’s experience.
Objects come into your life,
Sometimes meaningful,
Sometimes not,
But each item creates a memory.
So as you travel through life
You find that the things you collect
Become a source of stories
That have come into your life.
So fill your life with experiences,
Fill your life with memories,
Not the objects you collect,
So that you have stories to tell,
Stories of your life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2022 02:11
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold.
Yep, sometimes 'lows and sorrows'. For example, when I turn up and sing! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
todays news becomes tomorrows history far too soon .. but I get your drift my little ray of golden sunshine 🙂
Thank you Neville.
Andy
I thought myself a vegetarian;
Regaled people with stories of mass slaughter.
But now as an octogenarian
You want me to find a sense of humour?
Only kidding Andy….
That sense of humour is with you Dave.
Andy
Life and stories and opportunities to gather more and share more... Awesome Andy! That's the good stuff.
It is very true Rik, thank you.
Andy
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