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Times not designed for forgiving.
Get up and try. Reach for the sky.
Spend all the time you have living.

Wanderers roam, together alone;
A route made by guessing at best.
Til at last we’re called home, by someone unknown.
Whose calling card has no address. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 64 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
Destination

Contributed by softerware on Wednesday, 27th March 2019 @ 08:35:14 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



Try not to be late, the world doesn’t wait.
Times not designed for forgiving.
Get up and try. Reach for the sky.
Spend all the time you have living.

Wanderers roam, together alone;
A route made by guessing at best.
Til at last we’re called home, by someone unknown.
Whose calling card has no address.




Copyright © softerware ... [ 2019-03-27 20:35:14]
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Re: Destination (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Thursday, 28th March 2019 @ 12:22:23 PM AEST
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Youre right when you said that the world doesnt wait
and regardless of how slowly or quickly we move the
world always seems to pick up its pace and stay those
few steps ahead of us. Time isnt best designed for
forgiving as much as it is for healing. It is our heart,
will, and stubbornness that allows us to forgive
or forevermore hold a grudge.
Through education we think we know which way is
best for us but in the long run we come to realize
that we/'/ve made our decisions not through certainty
but more by guessing.
In regards to your last two lines....I think this
might be the first time that I have to disagree
with you. Beyond our knowing, yes we all get
called home but in the sense of spirituality we
know who calls us home whether we choose to
acknowledge and accept Him or not. Yes the
calling card may not have an address but the
destination is known.
As always though I found this piece brilliantly
written.

Rich


Re: Destination (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Saturday, 30th March 2019 @ 03:08:48 AM AEST
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wanders do roam how true that is
the route is always unknown
but we gotta keep it moving
time slows down
it never stops....


Re: Destination (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Monday, 1st April 2019 @ 02:45:22 PM AEST
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Well written. We spend most of our lives fighting life itself instead of living it. Very wise words indeed.




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