Having a soul, by arlette gibson Subscribe to rss feed for arlette gibson

it is nothing but an object thats filled
with feelings that are sad and happy

The feelings in which we rely on 
everyday throughout our lives

The past which makes us who we are 
reveal our past experiences with loved
ones as well as hated ones

Our present has been made up from our 
accomplishments and failures we have 
lived our mistakes and our regrets

Having lived in this world is a gift that 
can't be bought and that is worth more 
than all the money in the world itself.

Rich or poor we all have been made the
 same way born the same way and we
will all leave the earth a certain way,
but just the opportunity of being alive
sets us apart from other beings such as
animals that don't know what to expect
from life or what to think and this kind
of thought is the one that humans ask
themselves everyday.

What will become of me and this is why
being alive can be also a curse because
all we do is ask why and when and what 
and where and most especially when 
because when can happen today, tomorrow,
or a moth from now and we don't know
but we wish we knew and all because 
we have a Soul.
Posted: 2009-09-01 15:23:56 UTC

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2009-09-28 23:24:57izzy
this is very good, i like your style. keep on writing, please!