Life is like a river.
It has its calms and fasts.
A waterfall to tell us, nothing ever lasts.
But after every waterfall.
After all the rocks.
After all the twisting the turning and the blocks.
Another calm begins.
And so our lives continue.
Until the river ends.
Our lives are short, but eventually our rivers become the ocean. Where our deaths can be considered only the beginning of our lives. smile
· Thu Sep 10, 2009 @ 02:06am · 0 Comments