Life is meant to be lived well and to its fullest, there is no reason any of us should wind up in the grave in just-manufactured condition. We should at least strive to be gently used. There is so much happiness to be found and we need to go out and find it.
There will be no one at my funeral,
no tears of sorrow,
to match the tears of joy,
I did not give.
Never to be missed,
not even forgotten,
thanks to the life I poorly lived.
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