Is your world crowded in celebration, and lonely in desolation?
Who was standing with you when your world was falling?
Who was standing with you when you could not muster your guts?
Do you remember those people who were standing with you when you were in a mess and in your lowest ebb or those who only showed up to celebrate your success?
Do we remember our highs more or sulk in the lows day in and day out?
The tides like the time never stay the same: there are highs and lows. What stays with us is; when the tide leaves, what’s and who is left behind.
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