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the first lesson:
There are no random acts. We are all connected.
Fairness does not govern life and death.
There is a balance, one withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole. It is why we drawn to babies...and to funerals.
Strangers are just family you have jet to come to know.
the second lesson:
Make sense of one's yesterday.
Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.It's not something to regret. It's not something to aspire to.
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.
the third lesson:
Better to be loyal to one another.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harms us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
Forgiveness, no one is born with anger.
the fourth lesson:
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Life has to end. Love doesn't.
the last lesson:
No life is wasted.
the first lesson:
There are no random acts. We are all connected.
Fairness does not govern life and death.
There is a balance, one withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole. It is why we drawn to babies...and to funerals.
Strangers are just family you have jet to come to know.
the second lesson:
Make sense of one's yesterday.
Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be.It's not something to regret. It's not something to aspire to.
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.
the third lesson:
Better to be loyal to one another.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harms us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
Forgiveness, no one is born with anger.
the fourth lesson:
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Life has to end. Love doesn't.
the last lesson:
No life is wasted.
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