a dedication to all who wonderA Poem by AinigmaWe ask our self what is the point? Why do I struggle and why does it have to be so hard? Easily life becomes a long procession of ‘maybes’ and ‘buts’, how’s, why’s and what’s’. Perhaps that is the point. We strive to a goal what ever it may be. But the point is not the goal itself. It is however we get there. The journey and the struggles the laughter and the sunshine, cause what we learn during our voyage is what we understand when reaching our destination. It is not about beholding, it is about what takes hold of us. These are the things worth treasuring; they are more than a photo album and more than old concert ticket. It is the memories itself, living inside of us, if we will it. What is a journey without the travelling? Are life but a stagnant Now instead of an ever-moving river on which we can sail and swim? Can you say that you reached your goal when you never been on the way? Or is a goal to become the starting point instead of the sum of a life lived? People have told me that we learn as long as we live but I say, we live as long as we learn. So to every traveller out there, whether you’re a child growing up to fast, a pristine mother, a lost soul, all of the above or just an average Joe; do not be weary, cause would you not much rather have tried than not lived at all? © 2011 AinigmaReviews
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