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Jul 15
Why do we read books?
Why do we listen to music?
Why are we alive?
What's the purpose...

I've heard a lot of people say:
Follow your dreams.
Let your heart lead the way.
Have GOALS and WORK for them.

But something is off.
You don't need to do something big
To be significant.
You don't need to be important
To be authentic.

The purpose of life is to live.
Really, actually, willingly live.
Something so simple but so hard to understand,
Sometimes even hard to achieve
Is to be alive...

We don't read just for the plot.
We don't listen just for the chorus.
We read because we love the book.
we listen because we love the song.

Enjoy. cry.
Learn. Live.

You know, you're enough. You're important
even if you don't feel like it.
If you spend your life chasing meaning
You might miss it----
Unless you look around
And see the little things
while still running.
Again though, who am I to question all those wise people who say they were born for their profession? All those prodigies, and athletes. Perhaps I'm just trying to make my existence feel lighter. But something solid, like a goal or a dream can sometimes feel superficial. You don't die after accomplishing something (not in most cases) What makes that dream special is the journey. Not the dream itself, but the journey lived. Life.
Written by
Elena Rosi  13/F
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