The Vida is Too Corte

Why is the life too short? Well, maybe it's not. Maybe the things in life are too long. The pain of holding grudges and rending friendships is too long. Lying to yourself and others takes too long to fix. Chasing your nightmare because it's "right" wastes way too much time. The inaction that fear produces takes too long to overcome. So life isn't too short; it's plenty long, but so are the stupid things we waste our time on.

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  1. NikolJanuary 18, 2009 at 12:23 AM

    Brilliant!

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  2. JaclynFebruary 1, 2009 at 9:52 PM

    I feel like I always say "well said," but Mr. Lewis-- that's well said and put in a way I haven't thought about before.

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