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Some People May Never See The Sky Again...

It's September 22 again and I made a promise of sorts a couple of years ago. But instead of posting a picture, I'd posted a video instead about how an event has changed my life and the way I view things. How I've taken things for granted and how I never will again.  The funny thing matter how long ago it was, how many KMs you've added to your fitbit, how many jobs you've changed, and how old your kids are now, things feel a little different. Suffice to say, things will never be the same again.  @x xx ##CapCut ##losingsomeone you grew up with ##sky ##narration ##grateful ##life ##live ##beautiful ##remember ♬ original sound - x xx One example would be that I care less about what people think of me. I just have to do what I think is right for me at the stage of my life based on my best (of the best of the best) judgment. I can't please everyone and I don't have to. Mouths? They're everywhere. Why should I bother what people are saying
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