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Most Days Are Diamonds

Most Days Are Diamonds

Most days are diamonds

It depends on your outlook

Think happy and you WILL be happy

Think sad and you WILL be sad

You are the one in control of your own destiny

Outside influences will certainly have an affect

But if you persevere

Peace of mind can be and will be yours

Sounds simple, right?

Life isn't really all that complicated

It's us humans that make it so

Prehistoric man had only one thought on his mind

Well... maybe two!

Finding food to feed his family

And finding a mate to hold hands with!!!

Wait a minute... there was something else

Oh yes, I remember now

He used to meditate... nope

He used to celebrate... nope

He used to contemplate... nope

He used to replicate... THAT'S IT!

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Lucas Lazar

There are people that are complicated by nature and that despite having money, sex, beauty and work success are dissatisfied and are always unhappy, people that bother them the moments of happiness of others, the happiness is intermittent and when he arrives there to know it enjoy.

Each new day is much more valuable than a diamond, a precious stone that usually we don't appreciate.

A greeting.

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Jack Ellison

You are very wise my very good friend! I look forward to your comments on my poetry... thank you! Good wishes. Jack.

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