At the foot of Mount Kenya

Here I sit,
At the foot of Mount Kenya.
I watch,
Smell the sticky rainy air.
I see,
The blue sky,
The fluffy clouds,
And the birds flying by,
And I realize
In this magic hour,
There is no meaning to life
Than life itself.
No matter how far you go,
How high you climb up on that mountain,
How deep you dive into this pool of opportunities, of possibilities,
What remains is only you,
And the differences you have made,
The laughs you have had,
The smiles you have caused,
The compassion you have shown,
The life you have truly and actually lived.

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