This Is One Of The Best Things I've Ever Found On The Internet. Period.

I've watched this too many times to count, and it still gives me goosebumps.

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Remember how we forgot? Remember how no one ever really died in the wars we fought? Cause each gunshot came from our finger tips. And we never really kept them loaded just in case. Cause each enemy was a friend and none of it was about oil, religion, or land. It was all just pretend.
Remember how we used to bend reality like we were circus strong men.
Like our imaginations were in shape then Like we were all ninjas trained in the deadly art of ‘did not’
Like I totally got you. ‘Did not’
Remember how we forgot?
Remember how our parents told us never to look directly into the sun. And how we were their sun. And so we never looked directly into the mirror, in fear we would go blind. Remember how we used to find any old reason just to call someone we were crushing on. Like we could just pawn off our sense of embarrassment. Buy a chunk of courage that would last just long enough to have us asking them about math and stuff And how stuff was just stuff. Like ‘I heard you were getting braces. Now braces somehow were and still are kind of hot. Remember how we forgot?
Remember how we all caught mono. And our folks would go: “Oh, the kissing disease”. And our first steps in to gangster hood have us saying. “Mother please”. Even though we’ve never really kissed anyone. Even though we never did half the things we said we’d done. We just spun yarn like Rumpelstiltskin spun gold. We told ghost story never realizing we would one day ourselves become ghost. Haunting the hallways of schools. Poltergeists breaking all the rules of silence in the library. But we had no chains to rattle. No voice to battle the fact that we had no vocal chords. We had only finger nails on chalk boards. And we would scream, shout, and yell trying to tell ourselves what experience can teach is what no teacher taught. Remember how we forgot?
Once upon a time, we were young. Our dream hung like apples. Waiting to be picked and peeled. And hope was something that needed to be reeled in so we can fill the always empty big fish bin with the one that got away. And proudly say, “that this time, impossible is not an option”. Because success is so a kin to effort and opportunity that it can be related. So we took chances. We figured skated on thin ice. Believed that each slice of life was served with something sweet on the side and failure was never nearly as important as the fact that we tried. That in the war against frailty and limitation. We supplied the determination that takes to makes ideas and goals the parents of possibility and we believe ourselves to be members of their family not just one branch on one tree but a forest who’s roots make up a dynasty. So when I call you sis or bro it’s not lightly and when I ask you to remember it’s because the future isn’t what it used to be.
So remember now. Pay tribute to every sacrifice laid upon the alter of ‘somehow’ for all the times somehow we overcame, somehow we pushed on, somehow we’ve gone the distance and in going there we’ve possessed the freedom to map the uncharted land of any and everywhere, we are unbound. Six feet above the underground were we will all on day rest so until then test the limits, test the boundaries and borders as if the headquarters of potential lay just beyond the worlds edge, let the belief that hope belongs to us all, be the pledge you take to make the achievable as inconceivable as the false fact the we were never here. We were here And our memories are as dear to us as every slow motion moment to held breath To remember every instance before death Every first kiss, first dance, near miss, last chance, yes, no, maybe so Let us go the distance once more Let us remember all the moments the were and were not Like the point that something we can get and what we can get is what we got Because all we have is the time between the moments we connect each dot So, live and remember Burn like an ember capable of starting fires Like each moment inspires the next Like memories are the context we put ourselves in So that life because the next kin we need to notify in case of a big bang or extinction level event Let now be our advent Let us live like we meant it Let us burn like we mean it Because this world doesn’t give a shit if we end in a train wreck or car crash If our story ends in a dot or dash If were dust or ash Because all we were is all we’ll be And all we are is the in-between of so far, so good So forget every would, could, should not Forget remembering how we forgot Live like a plot twist exist now and in memory Because we burn bright Our lights leave SCARS on the sun Let no one say we will be undone by times passing The memories we are amassing will stand as testament That somehow we bent minds behind the concept That we see others within ourselves That self-knowledge can be found on bookshelves So who we are has no bearing on how we appear Look directly in every mirror Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story. And our story starts; we were here Hannah Epperson

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ORIGINAL: By Shane Koyczan. Found on EveryDayMusicTV.

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