well, because that's not being there.
Being there is riding through rain and storm, falling over and having my motorbike break down in the middle of nowhere.
Being there is discovering the hidden reserves within me that enables me to overcome such obstacles.
Being there is seeing those picture-perfect sunsets, and knowing that this particular one is mine alone.
Being there is not just seeing that sunset, but enjoying it with a good bottle of wine and a meal shared with that new friend with the funny accent and a million stories.
Being there is feeling the wind on my face, the cool rocks against my bare feet, and facing the rain with songs at the top of my lungs.
Being there makes me feel alive.
Now, drink with me, to friendship and love. For everything else is just tin.
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1 comment:
Beautiful bro! Really liked that poem, almost made me cry. But it's so true!
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