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September 29, 2009
The Gift of One
When one knows that what one was, one becomes.
When one knows that what one was, one is.
One understands, one is born.
One lives and thrives, serendipity willing.
One knows that one is, but not why.
One knows that why answers what was, but not what is.
And why, although tempting, does not allure enough to show that
The knowing is not the known.
When one was born into a life of nightmares,
But lives a life of dreams, one knows that life is what is.
When one takes what is, and transforms that into what one wants,
Then one is living what one is meant to know.
Simply, that life is but what one creates, not what one knows.
Not what one does. Not what one thinks. Not how one dies.
But, to know that how one lives with what one has within and out
Is how to measure that life, how to gauge existence beyond existing.
Because of one's life, others are brought forth to exist.
Those others are called to bear the heaviness of the soul.
Some carry the weight willingly and with vigor.
Others are buried under the breadth of the effort to move with life.
Those who live, live.
Those who thrive, thrive.
Those who usurp life, die.
Even though the body survives, the soul is bereft.
Can one say that those truly knew of life,
Of the Life inside? Perhaps not.
But, for those who reach and hold the torch of existence,
On the behalf of the Spirit of humanity, those souls fly free.
Does one know that one is what one should be?
Does one know that one is not what one might be?
Can one say that Life is this, not that?
One can say yes as others follow no.
But, who can really know, except those who have lived,
And known....
What was, is.
What can, might be.
To see, is to know: to know is to live.
To live is to exist, plain and simple.
Is there more? Can more be?
Only when one takes the gift of life and shares it.
Be it through life, through words or self-less deeds,
The medium is meaningless without one's life shared.
A life shared is a life lived when altruism
Is able to replace the narcissism one embraces within.
To the one's in my life who shared their lives so that I exist as I am
I thank you for who you were and what you are.
Because of you I was who I were as I became who I am:
A gift of freedom was borne through the debt of life.
And although liberating and sanctifying, one is hard pressed to
express what can only be felt but so gloriously lived.
Written by Andre Best
President, Ultimate Results, Inc.
http://www.andrebest.com
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