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Live The Life You Love

Once upon a time a boy was born in Canada. The sixth child of a wonderful family.
They all grew up on a farm where there were lots of cows, chickens, goats, pigs, dogs, cats, and a horse. There was always lots of work to be done and the children grew up strong, working in the fields for food for the animals, and in the gardens for food for the family. They also had lots of time to play. There were lots of people and plenty of space to run free. In the summers they swam, and played football and baseball. In the cold snowy winters they skied and played hockey.
The little boy grew up, and up, and up, and he went to school with his brothers and sisters on the big yellow bus. He learned well and made many friends. When he got older, the boy also worked away from home in the summers, saving half of his money for he knew he would need it later on.
Soon the boy finished high school and he decided he wanted to see some of the world and really start following his dream to travel. He moved to the other side of his big country, to where the huge mountains were. He met many new friends and they skied together every day. Then one day he had a terrible accident and had to stay in the hospital for some time. He was not sad though. He was happy to be alive and knew he wanted to continue living life to the fullest. He realised that life is too short to worry and to always plan on enjoying it ‘later'.
The boy got stronger, in body, and mind, and he knew he was on the right path. He knew that with a positive attitude, nothing would stop him from loving life. He went to work in the forest and he had to work very, very hard, but he was happy. He knew he was saving lots of money so that he could do what he truly desired.
To travel the world!
"So many people," he thought, "go through their entire lives putting off their dreams until someday." "Well someday never comes," he said, "I'm going to live my dreams now."
So he did. He set off travelling. He travelled across countries and continents, over oceans and deserts. He took with him only that which he could carry. He needed nothing more. He did all the things he loved to do: playing sports, reading, writing, walking through forests, and swimming in streams.
He learned new languages and new ideas. He saw so many different kinds of animals that he'd never seen before. His favourite part of all were the wonderful people he met, and there were so many of them. All different colours, and sizes, and hair styles. Everywhere he went, they all had something fascinating to teach him and he learned from them with interest and enthusiasm. He taught them what he knew and he helped those who needed help. Asking only food and shelter in return.
The boy wrote to his friends back in Canada, begging them to join him, telling them what a wonderful world there was to see, and explaining to them how simple and rewarding life can be. But none came. He knew they would like to but he also knew that their fear of the unknown was greater. They were comfortable with their role in society, even though they didn't enjoy it, they always knew what was going to happen tomorrow.
And so the boy travelled on, loving every second of every day. Learning new things and meeting new people. Not knowing what to expect tomorrow and smiling at that thought. He carried on, living life now.

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