"Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die."
It's a line of a Regina Spektor song, and its been floating around in my head for weeks now.
Maybe, out of the struggle, the times of dying we are refined, and we come out more beautiful than ever.
Maybe, that is what life is about. Series after series of refinement and becoming more and more beautiful.
Just a thought.
Peace. Love. Joy.
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