Here:
Me–
a slave of my endeavors and pursuits;
a servant of my efforts and results;
an activist of true peace
that believes
it lies
not on agreeing terms;
but it’s when
opposing beings
confidently carry their individuality;
and fearlessly speak their own voice;
yet relentless in working towards
a common good
and in the best interests
of what is in hand:
Peace then
becomes a knot
of woven strands
of the sky
binding opposing views
with prudence and humility
that can never be disguised.
There:
You,
who is just like everybody,
is trying to make a living;
is trying to make life worth living;
is trying to linger to thy passion;
is trying to create
and sustain meaningful relationships;
is trying to make sense
in every word and each act:
Because in everywhere,
life
is never easy.
But we always strive
to carry on.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
The daily battle we live through, push through is to find those precious moments that make you want to scream in happiness with life ~ love this poem Aina.
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Exactly! What an incredible insight Randall, thank you!
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Your message is delightful, and yet I always admire what your heart and soul bring to life, because it is always meaningful! I am always blessed to have you as my sister and friend! Hugs Aina! I finally figured out that I was not connected to 90% of those who follow my blog because of the attempted hack, and because I had to recreate so much information!
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Miss you Wendell. Love you and take care always
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Well stated Aina. May we come together in our shared humanity.
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Indeed, we strive on and make the best of what we have. It’s all we can do, Then through that we become stronger, wiser over time.
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