In Response

This is a response to one of my friends notes on facebook, but i thought id post it here as well cause i like it alot.
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sometimes life rolls around us like a thundercloud, preparing to strike out. other times it surrounds us, suffocating us like the waves of the salty ocean. other times it is invigorating, like the smell of early morning on a rainy day. but what is life if it is not imaginative? when life has become nothing, like the void, we panic and breathe heavy even though there is nothing to breathe. we scream and scream for someone to save us, even though we know no one is there. but then, out of the darkness, comes a hand a reassuring hand. a hand that grabs us by the hand and pulls out of that void that used to be called life. but now it is called death, not because we died in that void, but because death died in that void. we look around and we see the people that were there all along, our friends and loving family. we start to say thanks, but they know already. we sit and laugh and play and dance and sing and capture the moment, the moment of true joy. that joy wells up like a blocked spring of the purest water, and no matter what we do it gushes out. and this joy is special because it is contagious, and soon all of you are filled with this overwhelming joy. and there is nothing that can take that away, not in this world or the next.