The world spins fast, a blur of gray and gold,
With whispered chances and stories left untold.
But there’s a secret, simple and profound,
In the soil where your own true life is found.
Don’t wait for rescue, or a sign from high above;
The grandest mission is to love your life, to love
The jagged edges, and the smooth, forgiving grace,
The lines of laughter creasing on your face.
Live your life now, not in some sweet, hazy dream,
But dive headfirst into the rushing, present stream.
Let every sunrise be a starting gun, a call
To taste the nectar, before the shadows fall.
Let your heart be messy, a garden wild and deep,
Where joys run rampant and sorrows softly sleep.
Do that small, brave thing that makes your spirit soar,
Then do it bigger, asking always for more.
Embrace the stumble; the lesson is in the fall.
The greatest freedom is to truly give your all.
For every moment, fleeting as the breath you take,
Is a chance to build a world for your own sake.
So feel the earth beneath your dancing, eager feet,
And find the music in the bitter and the sweet.
This one wild, precious gift you’ve been given claim it now,
And let the living be your final, sacred vow.

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