Life, like a vacant store front, empty, dusty, lacking in appeal. The windows, streaked and dirty, hiding the secret of emptiness within. The awning, once so vibrant, cradles dry rot, and is torn and tattered from the wind. The store front, once so pretty, so alluring with it's pretties, no longer can entice the traveler in. The store front sits vacant, silent, like a life that's incomplete. A reminder of a time when dreams and hopes were wonderful, and life was full and busy, and happiness was everywhere.
Can life be breathed once again into the vacant places? Can the torn and tattered awning, holding court above, be renewed, and shade the brilliant sun again? Can hopes and dreams, and wonderful schemes be seen through windows new and clean? Can the aging, forgotten person, who is the vacant store front, still offer something pretty, alluring, hopeful, vibrant, and enticing to the traveler who has paused to look within?
What does that vacant store front, with it's windows, streaked and dirty, really have to offer those who pause to look within? Where once there was a busy life, a purpose to fulfill, is there really emptiness, or just a forgotten store front with potential still? Are there treasures still inside, an aged beauty where wisdom resides? From those hopes, and dreams, and schemes, lessons have been learned, and though the outside seems so tattered, within the heart lies life and hope, and knowledge to be gleaned.
Life isn't always what it seems.
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