Screw the mundane usualness of our world and our day to day toil. We have our work schedule, we have all the boring things we have to do to make a paper currency so that we can fit in time to do the things we enjoy. But, those countless hours lost in our commutes, in our production quotas, have nothing on the true measure of life...and that is happiness. I can tell you that if it wasn't for this video, and for people like this, I would still be in bed dreading my day. So let's be grateful for the people like Matt Harding, Melissa Nixon and the Palbasha Siddique in the world.
Stream of Life
by Rabindranath Tagore
The same stream of life
that runs through my veins
night and day
runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life
that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life
that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious
by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb
of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Thanks for reading,
ReX
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