This life is filled with good and bad times. Sometimes, the light is so bright that I become blinded by its beauty. Other time, the tunnel can be so dark that I can barely see my own hands in front of me. My realization is that life is a gift. The gift to love and to give love. The ability to hate and show hate. I now understand we have options to choice based on our experience with dealing with people. Hate comes from hurt and pain which destroy life. Love comes from understanding and hope which creates life. Which means that the meaning of life is love.(just a random thought)
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