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Are you living?

Are you enjoying the life you are living?
When you wake in the morning are you happy with the current state you are in?
The accomplishments you have are they for you or for those around you?
What gives you joy?
What makes you smile?
Is it the money in your pocket or the hearts you have touched by the things you do?
Is life just about getting by? Or is it about making a difference?
Think about it and please don't lie 
Are you happy with the life you live or are you still asking why?
Why are you here? Why have I chosen this path?

You can accumulate all the wealth and still have a deep void within
Think long and hard and ask yourself am I living for me or for those around me?
Are your parents telling you how to live your life and you are no longer a child?
Don't get me wrong we all need guidance and a helping hand
However, at the end of the day you will have to live with the decisions you have made 
Will you be happy with those decisions then? 
Are you living the life you have always dreamed of?

This world can pull you in many directions and make you reconsider all the plans you have for your life
Take charge,stand firm, it's all in your mind and what you set your mind to you will achieve
Despite the negativity, the hatred in the words from those around you
Do what you know is best for you 
Again I say are you being the best you?
Are you able to smile when you look back at your life
That's all I really want to ask you



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