“Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal
is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn’t live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists
to live a life not half a life.”

– Kahlil Gibran


What do you think makes half a life?  Are you living with all of yourself, or are you saving the best for later?  I used to; but, really, why?  When there is such a beautiful world out there, when there are so many choices for good just waiting for someone to take them–why default to making the same poor ones yet again?  If there is love waiting for us with open arms, why are we the most absent to those we care most about?  Why rob yourself of the knowledge that you are able to do so much more than you are doing, simply by not being willing to make the effort?  By not wanting to admit that you care enough?

The world has enough half-people, living aimlessly and desperately trying to find their “other half.”  Be a whole.  Be every ounce of uniqueness and possibility and joy that you possess.  Because this life is too marvelous and this world too beautiful to waste.



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