What is the beauty in life you suppose? Maybe it's the way we never expect a suprise at every turn we make in our lives. Maybe its the way we expect every relationship that we get into, to last. Maybe it's the way the seasons change in 365 days a year. Maybe it's the way the world revolves nonstop. Maybe the gift of finding your true soul mate. Or even for women, the gift of bearing child(ren) and for man the ability to provide for your family. You are the person who can set limitations for your life, in the best, the good, the bad, and the worst times. Some of us know when we are expected to leave this world, some of us it comes to suddenly, for many we may leave our bodies but never depart from our souls. The beauty of lifem beauty of this world never ceases to amaze me less than it did before. We all come and go. But the beauty of life is everlasting
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