this gift of mine.

I must write to release, but read to remember, because even though the past is gone, it molds the meaning of my future. My future is soon to be my present; a gift indeed. A gift that is presented to many, but realized but few. Few in comparison to what lies beneath. So many unnecessary, unneeded, undeserved loses that turn gift to lament. I struggle to cherish this gift i have been awarded with.