Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

 
 

View User's Journal

Philosophical Thoughts
Journal, what else there to say?
Life/death
This is a poem
written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many
people get her poem.


It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.


This
poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York
Hospital .
It was sent
by

a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement
AFTER THE POEM.




SLOW DANCE



Have you ever
watched kids



On a merry-go-round?



Or listened to
the rain



Slapping on the ground?



Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?



Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?



You better slow down.



Don't dance so
fast.



Time is short.



The music won't
last.



Do you run through each day



On the
fly?


When you ask How are you?



Do you hear the
reply?



When the day is done



Do you lie in your
bed



With the next hundred chores



Running through
your head?



You'd better slow down


Don't dance so
fast.



Time is short.



The music won't
last.



Ever told your child,



We'll do it
tomorrow?



And in your haste,



Not see
his
sorrow?



Ever lost touch,



Let a good
friendship die



Cause you never had time



To call
and say,'Hi'



You'd better slow down.



Don't dance
so fast.



Time is short.



The music won't
last.



When you run so fast to get somewhere



You
miss half the fun of getting there.



When you worry and hurry
through your day,



It is like an unopened
gift....



Thrown away.



Life is not a
race.


Do take it slower



Hear the
music



Before the song is over.



------------
--------



FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL
COUNT.



Dear All: PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -
even to those you don't know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon
leave this world due to cancer.



This young girl has 6 months left
to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.



She'll
never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a
family of her own.



By you sending this to as many people as
possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name
that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name
to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know
that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's
not even your money, just
your time!



PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.



Dr.
Dennis Shields, Professor
Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology
1300 Morris Park Avenue
Bronx , New York
10461


From this I got to thinking.
In life we always look at our petty problems, and go "Darn, life is no fair", but this girl didn't choose her fate. I learned that we need to count our blessings, even in the darkest hours of the night. Even when you are going through rough waters, even after loosing a friend.
After reading this, every time I think about what I want I need, and how unfair the situation is, I think my mind with automatically go back to this poem.
This girl will die in 6th months.
When will I die? If everything goes right, 80 years.
That is 160 times the amount this girl is getting.
In life we have to grow up and not always think about the wants but about the haves.
This is the only way to be happy in life.
Our happiness is based on our decisions, others' happiness are based on our decisions, and others' future are based on our decisions.
In life it is like a hugh blender, we are just thrown in together and we all strive to make a good smoothy.
We try to do the best in life, and there is always this absence of knowing what's next. And in the back of our mind we have this deadly, depressing thought.
In that thought, we say whatever we do in life is pointless, death is inevitable.
But that is untrue, we our put here as a gift, on this gift it has a return address that it reveals
only in death, when we meet our maker.
But until that last breath,that last beat of the heart, the last lamenting thought passing through our ailing brain, we do not know this return address.
But before that, there is always the thought of the return address.
A phantom of it in the back of our mind.
We all percieve this address.
But we can make a difference in our own life, despite the last stage of life.
It is our duty to live life to the fullest.

-Zooks

P.S. I am an idiot, a friend forwarded a paper saying that this message is a fake.
I now feel like an idiot....





 
 
Manage Your Items
Other Stuff
Get GCash
Offers
Get Items
More Items
Where Everyone Hangs Out
Other Community Areas
Virtual Spaces
Fun Stuff
Gaia's Games
Mini-Games
Play with GCash
Play with Platinum