Life's too short to walk the long path of despair.
Write your pain on a piece of paper,
Then tear it into a million pieces.
Life's too precious to cheapen it with lies.
"Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth;
Keep watch at the door of my lips."†
Life's too open to box yourself in.
Lift the lid;
Let in the light.
Life's too big to go at it alone.
Be guarded, but not isolated.
Let someone in, eventually.
(Other than the undertaker.)
Life's too easily missed trying to "do it all."
Stop and smell the roses.
Trite, but true.
† Ps. 141:3
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