
Life is a strange journey. We laugh not because all is well, but because laughter makes the road a little lighter. We smile not because we have no sorrow, but because smiles help us walk among others. And while we do all this, life watches quietly… waiting for the day when it calls us home.

We smile so the world feels kind,
Even when clouds fill the mind.
We laugh so the heart feels light,
Even when dreams slip from sight.

We hide our tears behind small talk,
Wear quiet strength when we walk.
Pain has rooms no one can see,
Locked away silently.

People stay where sunshine stays,
They leave behind the rainy days.
So we learn to nod and grin,
And keep our stories deep within.

But time moves with quiet feet,
It never warns, it never speaks.
No one knows how far we go,
Before life gently whispers…. slow.

Perhaps that is how we belong,
By living soft, by living strong.
By smiling even when dreams are gone,
And learning the gentle art of moving on.

In the end, life asks very little of us; not perfection, not answers, not even forever smiles; only that we walk kindly, carry softly, and leave quietly… like a song that lingers even after it ends.


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