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Harsh is the reality in life that can be a hard thing to embrace... as we begin to write the story of our lives we often want views from the lense of our own choosing....we reach for a reality that stirs our inner vision... satisfies everday desires... and when the canvas is colored in shades neutral to our eye... when brightness changes the wheel of certain reality... only then do we embrace the scenery... muddied by water used to clean a dirty brush... it is then that clarity is discovered... making the view witnessed... a view that begins to shape us... whether ideal desire changes our story written... that is where choice begins... if ever we are to see the world less our rose shaded vision... this is the first step to a life more envisioned in mystery rather than unrealized joy... unrecognized emotion... unrequited love... whether physical... or even that which is truly imagined... until we see the world of our own creation... our vision will never create reality... happiness... love... and our life... everlasting...

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