There comes a moment, when we understand, perhaps not all at once, but eventually, the reality of death.​

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It's believed to be the most strict definition of what it means to fully stop.

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If true, then it stands to reason the greatest we can ever live is when we're moving. When we're moving closer to the ones we love, away from the things that haunt us, upward to pursue our foolish dreams, and onward for something or Someone even greater.

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To be so freely in motion, alive inside with emotion, that we fall in love with living.

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Forward, backward, toward, upward, and onward. This is life's choreography.

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So start with one, move with others. Reject what's static and give way to momentum.

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Start with motion.

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Then, start a movement.