As a child...
Life used to be a wait for itself to turn in to stories.
To be of the stuff that legends are made of.
And while we are living it, we are shut off from the significance of happenstances.
Then one day we are too old and we look back.
We lament the loss of a significant amount of realisation. The loss of a consciousness that those times mattered.
And then it will hit us - the life we are living now can and will be bigger and better stories.
There will be stories of fulfillment and experiences, more than loss and despair because those days are behind us and we are armed with experiences spanning all emotions.
All of them that we are capable of feeling.
We will finally feel like we have lived...
With a mind, heart and soul...
Firing on all cylinders...
On and on to infinity.
And beyond!
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