We loved to celebrate life—
most times, it felt like survival.
We loved to celebrate
our wins and our losses.
We loved to lose ourselves
in the wake of a new page
of our lives.
We had all kinds of dreams,
we were never shaken so easily.
We lived hard, wild, and free.
We fought, we won, and we lost.
We cried, we laughed,
and we fell in love.
We danced, we jumped high,
and let go of our troubles,
our fears, our insecurities,
and all else that held us back.
We lived,
and we lived truly.
Under the veil of darkness,
we shared wishes for the new days
ahead of us.
We thus dreamed on,
and we dreamed truly.
We loved to celebrate life—
most times, it felt like survival.
We loved to celebrate
our wins and our losses.
We loved to lose ourselves
in the wake of a new page
of our lives.
We whispered well-wishes,
and we screamed out happiness.
We held onto hope
so firmly, deep within.
Nothing was newer,
but our track of time
claimed something was.
The same sun that rose
this day,
would again rise
tomorrow.
We would be in the same bodies,
and walk the same earth,
and draw the same breaths,
and live, as much as we could.
Nothing but our within
would see any difference.
The change is internal.
We did not invent time
but our track of it.
@BenieLangat, 2022.
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Benie Writes 
We all seem to have lost track of time these days. It seems like the world is moving slower.
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Indeed, time and our track of it are not level. I am lost for words on what the world is becoming. We love to celebrate our changes, nevertheless. We seem to love the inner feeling that something, after some time, has changed, even when without, everything else is the same. Days are. Challenges are. Life is the same. But, of course, time never is the same
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🥂The change is internal.
We did not invent time
but our track of it. 🥂
Wishing you a wonderful 2022.
Hope makes us want it to happen, it makes us believe it will happen. Hope is that key to prayer and our prayers rings through eternity, all those beautiful and hopeful prayers we carry in our hearts, with these we lay new tracks and in so doing we await a new journey and great arrivals.
Hope can make you write beautiful poetry…we HOLD onto hope
so firmly, deep within…our carriage, which carries us from one year to another, from one dispensation to the next.
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Beautiful ❤ thank you for your message of hope!
Thank you for your wishes. I wish you a lovely year. Hope makes all the difference. A new journey awaits us as much as we do it. Cheers 🥂
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Absolutely, all the difference, Benie.
Thank you, my delight you are most welcome.
It’s been a privilege and an honour, simply marvelous reading your work. Yes, exactly. Chees🥂
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