It had always been her dream. She wanted it so much that she thought if she died afterwards, it just wouldn't matter.
She got her dream realized. Then arrived time to die. She didn't want it. It mattered. There were sunrises and sunsets to be seen, rains to be sunk in, the earth to feel under her feet...
All the ugly people around her now looked beautiful. Only now she had begun to see.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
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the proverbial life-flashing-before-your-eyes.
ugly people stay ugly i guess :)
ha!
N
No, ugly people appear beautiful to her as until that very minute she had never seen the beauty in them.
Hum... looks like that old Portuguese saying (let me see if I can translate it correctly to English):
He (or she) who loves the ugly, to him (or her) pretty she (or he) looks.
Sorry about the bad translation...
I guess we need to see beyond so we can appreciate the real beauty.
Cheers
FS
Hello FS! It's been long since you dropped some lines. Happy to have you back!
Regarding your comment, I guess we are blinded with our vision of life at times. Only when our lives come to an end, we begin to see. Sad but most probably is true.
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