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What is Life all about?

I wake up each and every morning of my entire life asking myself one question. 

What is life all about?
And i always seem to find answers in every single room at home.

 The fan said be cool. 
 The window said be able to see the world.
 The clock said every minute nor second is precious.
 The mirror said reflect before u act.
 The calendar said always be up to date.
 The door said push hard for your goals.
 The carpet said kneel down and pray.
 The flowers said be who you are because
you are always beautiful and strong!

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