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dear life,for weeks, a guy sleeping underneath cartons and blankets filled with holes was the familiar scene of the pedestrian crossover i took to work. today, as i rushed over the noises of the city life, i paused for a moment as i noticed his empty corner. today i missed him being there. how do i know, maybe it was a she?
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dear life,A friend living abroad was telling me of how she misses the leaves of trees turning orange and yellow in the autumn time, and when i returned back home, it was maybe for the first time ever that i really looked and appreciated all the autumn colors around me, especially the orange and yellow leaves of the trees, doing their best to stay on top, but finally accepting to fall down to become just anther colored spot on the heavy gray asphalts of the city.
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dear life, want to hear a sweet love story? last night a mexican girl sent her love in spain some food she had prepared by post, along with a letter which was filled with words of love and affection. today the boy sent her 25 branches of red rose, do you know why? no, not for the years she has lived, but for the hours he thinks of her every day while he is miles and miles away.
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dear life,last night through ''the secret life of words'' we lived for just two hours with all the sadness and bitterness a girl can bear, with all the cruelty the humans are able to put each other through, with the strange lives of a handful of men in the middle of the ocean who have preferred being hugged by the sound of waves and oil production machines to being hugged by other humans, each meditating on their own terms. through the secret life of words we witnessed the power the pure love of a man had to open a girl´s heart closed to the simplest pleasures of life with an iron bar. through the secret life of words we felt for the xth time the dumbness of war, and the power of love over hatred, the beauty of two human beings joining together with their bodies and souls.
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dear life,the latest thing you have thought me and i am so thankful to you for is that to judge other people is so wrong, to just sit outside the circle and announce someone as the right doer and the other as the wrong doer is so wrong, to judge people by the tags the society puts on them is so wrong, to see people as black and white is so wrong. when i have not lived in that experience, when i have not lived in his-her skin, who am i to judge and to talk?
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dear life,each experience we live through, no matter how sad or cherishable, no matter how tiny or huge, adds to our being something, something that makes us a new person each and every second.
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dear life,there are as many ways to live you as the number of the people living you on this planet, and it´s funny, or better say sad, how we get stuck in seeing one way, our way, as the one and only, regarding all others as impossible or incorrect. how much we judge others due to that belief of ours.
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dear life, is there really a wrong way of living you? who is determining which way is right and which is wrong? why does the society convicts people to live you under a set of predetermined norms?
