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 dead or of death as traditionally marked by All Soul’s Day (November 
1). November is close to the end of the year. Most of us measure life by
 the number of years lived. We say ‘A good year’ or ‘A bad year’….. 
Blowing out candles on our birthday cakes accordingly with laughter in 
that year or a big sigh in the next.
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 I have had my share of both the good and the bad. A huge diversity of 
experiences which comprise my storybook of life. Childhood, school, 
working, family, children, birthdays, debuts, anniversaries, death, 
travel, joy, sorrow, fear, disappointment, embarrassment, anger, 
suspicion, betrayal, surprises, sadness, adventure, worry, anxiety, 
middle age, adult, and now the golden years.
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 That’s how life 
rolls out for every one of us. Our separate experiences despite being 
individual and unique run parallel to each other on the spectrum of 
life. We’re different from each other and yet so much the same.  What 
separates us are the dividing lines of continents, countries, nations, 
governments, color, race, religion, ideologies, and this crazy idea that
 we are better than the guy sitting next to us. That makes living in 
this world such a burden.
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 Well, since I can’t solve the world’s problems, neither can superman, but…………..
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 I could at least do something about my day and life in my little corner of the world.
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 I have learned that life should be measured not by the number of years 
but by the number of breaths of awesomeness we embrace. Those moments 
which fill our whole being with authentic joy, contentment, passion, 
compassion, understanding, love, empathy, gratitude, and positivity.
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 Many have written about this '...not by years but by the number of 
breaths...' but it truly is a good thought.  Imagine those many times we
 have wasted on negativity......  Imagine what we have lost by not 
loving enough what we love and   instead wasting breath on bashing what 
we hate......  Imagine the strain on our senses as we ourselves create 
our problems......  Imagine how we have bit by negative bit been 
draining our souls of its power to heal our lives. We have always been 
our worst enemy… undoubtedly.
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 November has a purpose. That is 
to remind us that we can’t live forever. Wake up and live life the way 
it should be lived….  By God’s design. The year will soon be ending as 
all things in life do. But let it not be said that we didn’t live a good
 life (tough life notwithstanding)... one precious moment at a time… one
 precious memory at a time… one joyful heartbeat at a time… one positive
 experience at a time... one prayer of gratitude at a time... one 
precious day at a time.  Thank God for November, too.
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 Blessings to you and your family