Change
How can life give us a gift that is so wonderful at one moment, and dark the next
Change comes like the wind, you don't expect it, you cant see it, hear it or understand it
This action can turn bad into good, and good into bad, yet it is bad when turned bad
Have you ever been so humble and understanding of life and the wind blows it goodbye
Life throws us wind, rain and snow but you must learn to put on a jacket, dance in the rain, or take shelter in the snow knowing there will always be a brighter day to come.
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