Today we miss yesterday,

Tomorrow we will miss today.

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Those who died yesterday had plans for today,

And those who died this morning had plans for tonight.

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We only have one chance at death,

But infinite chances at life before that.

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Those who we love today,

Might not be the ones we love tomorrow,

Not because we will love them less,

But because they might not be around for our love anymore.

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Every instant,

A moment turns into a memory.

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The rays of the morning sun,

The salty air of an ocean breeze.

The suspense of a novel,

A quiet whisper in the night.

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Life is a canvas,

With some bold strokes,

Balanced out on a plain background.

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The bold strokes of life’s highlight peaks,

Are built upon the valleys of everyday mundane.

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One of the cruelties of life,

Is to present us with what we desire the most,

Before giving us the life experiences,

For us to see its true value.

Since it came to us too easily too early,

We think there must be something better out there.

Until time teaches us,

What we have lost,

Is what we most desire,

And what we cannot retrieve.

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We do get second chances in life,

But the exact same opportunity never arrives twice.

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Take the long way home – just for the scenery,

Do the things you know you will miss, before you miss it.

Tell the people you love, before they cannot be loved anymore.

Appreciate all you have, before all left is only memories.