Days turn into weeks. Months give way to years. And suddenly we realize that more time has got behind us than lies ahead. Do we wail and flail? Do we grieve and mourn the passage of our lives?
Or do we accept time's arrow with lightness and continue to dance with grace in our heart?
I hope we choose the latter.
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