Given Life, Taken Death…

 A very existence depends on one thing. Fragility, insecurities, uncertainties can depend on it. Strengths, character, an out look on life can hinge with its power. Its given in a breath and taken with another; to be dashed upon the shores of defeat, to be raised to the heavens. It can hold every kindness the heart will ever need, as well as every damaging force both imaginable and unimaginable. Creating the feeling of not being able to take anything more, or being willing to climb the next set and face the next challenge. Why, how, when, where, what gives such power, such ability, to build up and tear down? The mind can’t block them nor can the heart. Once inside or out in the air they strike their desired target for better, for worse, for to make whom they were, who they are, who they will be come to fruition. For what dose a very existence depend on; what is this super natural thing for which we can be made to want to live life or welcome death? It is nothing more powerful than this, it is a “Word”.

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