Nothing it's arrogance to say that one persons life is more alive than another persons. That the life that one person lived is more important and more worthy of praise. In simplicity there is a quiet soul living with deep respect with the flow of life and joy in the intricate pieces that the boisterous loud lives pass by without ever knowing. They strive for ever bigger and ever more never knowing the joys of quiet the peaceful qualities of solitude and the reverence to subtleties. To those that need to be bombarded with life till they are spent and useless I pity. They will never know the ecstasy of having life gently life your spirits like a feather floating upwards on a warm humid breeze. To those that need to scream they exist and have the world hear it and feel unfulfilled by not having all things bow to their existence for them to feel like they are real, they will never feel whole. They will live life as a constant hole sucking in life from everything around them and will never ever know the wonders of shining like a real star just by loving so deeply the soft whispers of angels that they struggle to even believe exist. They would rather put down the world of giant leaps of faith then risk looking stupid for even a moment. The difference between being alive and truly living is one word. Gratitude.
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