The 4th of July is almost upon us and with it comes many different feelings and memories both happy and sad. It is the birthday of our nation but is also the birthday of a longtime and best friend. For my partner and I it was the date that we choose to celebrate our anniversary. This year has been all about events and celebrations viewed alone with myself for the first time.
As this year has progressed day by day and event by event I have noticed one thing in particular. Life is as full or as empty as we perceive it to be. It is an intricate mosaic. A mosaic which, for better or worse, displays our very souls. Every persons mosaic is unique, unique as their finger prints. They do not merely consist of DNA but rather are woven of everything that we have ever seen, touched or tasted. Every experience that we had throughout our life passage. Much like the universe itself we are star dust and being of such we will shine or diminish accordingly.
My mosaic is quite colorful and full. It has been illuminated by such wonderful remembrances that if it could sing it would. Every tile was cast with the help of great friends and placed with loving care. It is a thing of beauty that when viewed for the first time seems too perfect. But a closer look reveals the cracks and lines that give it dimension. Perfection only exists in eye of the beholder and perfection is merely beauty at its best.
Therefore let us be aware of our lives, every minute, everyday. Let us revel in our existence as if it might be gone tomorrow, because it could. And let us add joy and happiness to each others mosaics so that they might help us in turn to complete our own.
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