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tuesdays with morrie

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

i watched this film a few years ago,
got stuck to it and subtly announced how much i liked,
or appreciated its meaning but never got around to practise it.
today i chanced upon its title,
and remembere what the story tells anyone who watches it.

would i have lived my life differently?
no, because there was no way i would have known how i could have,
better lived it.
not that i am having the most fantastic time of mine,
but simply because out of its worst,
i have done, in my best capacity to let my worst/best be known.
and i have dove hard and far as i could, though not should.
i have wanted and let my wants be known,
loved, though not particularly correctly, but with my hardest.

wanting and on top of loving.
because i know i cannot say the word love correctly,
i cant only feel it.
because i can only want and show/tell/demand how much i do.
i want. it is a desire.
love is such a noble feeling that i can only feel,
but not correctly execute.

posted by peenutkew  # 22:43
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