Life, And You See It

Life, And You See It short poem

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When life hits, it doesn’t pull its punches;
It hits harder than you would think but is not as bad as you would perceive.
When you are withdrawn from its reach it will eventually catch up, and like an angry father
it will teach you;
the knowledge that has flowed between its seams for centuries.
The information that you will receive from this will not be human focused, but you will only see
What you see in yourself;
As you are, and nothing more than what you have learned for beyond that is impossibility.
When someone says, anything is possible what they mean by that is very different for what life would leave you to believe;
And what it would guide you to is according to how you perceive life itself.
Most people, when the question (what does life mean?) is asked will say with all their heart
Life is how you live it

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