The Most Beautiful Thing In His World

Just as the scintillating stars rest upon the bold chest of the deep sky, the young boy lays on the lush green grass gazing upon the creations of God.

As he lifts himself upward to see the glimmering sun drowning in the horizon, he charishes the moment for his loneliness dissipates everyday as he watches the sun fade away to give life to the illumination of the moon and the stars.

And although the most beautiful thing in his world does not last forever, it is the only thing that keeps him from drowning in his own sorrows.

Because the "tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live."

 

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