Some people say their life is a waste.
But even waste can be recycled
into something unexpectedly beautiful
so why not you?
I would say the same thing
even to someone aged ninety-nine.
Like Martin Luther said:
“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple trees.”
So please, I request you
don’t think of ending your life.
I resurrected myself
from countless dark thoughts,
and here I am,
still breathing,
still sharing my piece of light.
Sometimes all you really want
is a long hug,
a genuine kiss.
Like seasons,
everything is temporary.
I know, I know…
this may sound like a lecture,
the same message on repeat
maybe you’ve heard it a thousand times.
Thank God I’m not a professor
people would’ve ended their lives
listening to my annoying lectures
(Just a little joke.)
Time passes like this.
One moment sadness sits beside you,
and the next moment
joy waits at your door with a flower.
The choice is yours:
will you keep it in a vase,
or weave a garland for yourself?
I’m the kind of person who wonders
why birds poop from the sky.
Shouldn’t they wear pads?
Or at least underwear?
But no
they are free.
Very free.
And they don’t end their life
for things that break us humans.
So wakey-wakey
you’re human too.
Life is not a waste.
It is you
who can make it the best.
Give it your own unique taste.
Let a little light enter
through your broken spaces.
Stronger the wine,
stronger the taste.
Stronger the emotions,
stronger the life you create.



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