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Life in Leaves

This is inspired by a Ted talk I watched recently. I feel like I should say more, but I have nothing else to say. So here goes.

 

The world is a library,

And those who inhabit it,

The books.

 

Each one of us has a story,

Who we are, where we come from,

Or maybe the way we look.

 

Then every conversation is a reading,

An insight into another world.

 

Unique in every way,

Never fitting into a single mould.

 

We’re all curious melanges of emotions –

Giggling, sobbing, shouting, sometimes silent.

 

A tale of love whispered to a friend,

A secret anecdote of when one got violent.

 

Or perhaps harmless gossip,

An opinion, an idea, a rant.

 

Maybe a quest for good advice,

Or a smile, accompanied by a compliment?

 

Just so long as we invest that time,

Talk to someone, build connections.

 

Have long heart-to-hearts,

After all, we’re unabridged versions.

 

Don’t rely on the chat box,

A digital emoticon fails to convey.

 

It is the act of sitting down over a cup of coffee,

Or hug that goes a long way.

 

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