I'm the oldest 25er I know.
I could be a grandma if I were given the chance.
I guess pain, both physical and emotional count towards getting to a certain level of maturity. Howeva', I seem to rush into things and into life itself with the blooming recklessness of a 15teener. I guess I'll be the same when I'll be 60. If I get there.. Something tells me I will, if I haven't already got there by now.
The grandma in me tells me 2 things: there is time for everything, so no rush, but there is no time for regrets, so have none.
As long as the sun rises there will be light (I'm afraid of darkness).
As long as there is light, there's sight.
As long as there's sight, there's perspective.
As long as there's perspective, there's creativity.
As long as there's creativity, there are words.
As long as there'll be words, there'll be music too.
As long as there's music, there's a good enough as long to consider.
As long as there's an as long (whatever that might be), there will be less of a shortage.
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2 comments:
As long as there is life...there is hope...
And that is what your blog brings to me!
Keep it rolling!
Irina, once again your prose touches me.
What a gift you have!
Yes, you have spoken it well: As long as there is light there is sight and creativity and words and music.
Keep on seeking the light, Irina.
You are indeed an "old soul".
Love,
Jlo
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