We yearn for certainty.  What is the meaning of life?  We want to know. 

We strive hard for stability.  Surround ourselves with structure.  Avoid chaos at all cost.

But life is more like a windstorm that swirls and tugs at the branches of the trees, ripples the water on the ocean, creates discombobulated clouds in the sky, ruffles the disorganized swaying of tall grasses. 

Let go.  Bend with the wind.  Go with the flow.  Sway with the music.

There are no guarantees in life.  Only moments of joy, pain, laughter, sadness, love and hate too.  But nothing bigger than love.  Bigger than the ocean and the sky put together.  Love has no limits.

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