Within my short time here,

I have come to find that nothing is permanent,

And in that regard,

Nothing should ever be considered permanent.

We approach others with protruding sensations of false security,

And within those falsifications,

We fall.

We fall in love,

We fall in trust,

We fall into the arms of comfort.

As we become comfortable with the world around us,

We fall deeper into our sense of self.

We learn to live,

To laugh,

To love,

Though the strangest thing of all,

Is that we do not always learn how to let go.

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Letting go of things is normative,

A natural process of life.

Nothing should ever be considered permanent,

So we must prepare ourselves for when the clock strikes time -

Time to let go.

We build walls within ourselves,

Raising our guards to the highest of points,

Yet it is not until the bottom piece of land is yanked from beneath us,

And we experience the great descend into the depths of the ocean,

That we find ourselves falling out of love,

Falling out of trust,

Falling out of the arms of comfort.

Instead, we find ourselves forced to let go of the places and people

We once called home.

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Nothing should ever be considered permanent.

Family is given.

Friendships are received.

Love is earned.

The takers,

The recipients,

And the givers themselves

Are continuously fleeting,

As are the lives we aimlessly wander through each day.

In this time of Thanksgiving,

We must strengthen these fleeting bonds,

These gifts we have been given,

The love we have obtained,

The parts of the souls that we sell for nothing in return.

Nothing should ever be considered permanent,

So we must appreciate all that we have.

All that we are.

All that we continue to be.

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We must remain thankful.