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THE THINGS WHICH MATTER by Sophie Gregoire

On the path there are those things that we do because we have to...

Or because we are good at them, or because we seek the love, validation or acceptance of others.

On the opposite, there are those things we do because they matter. They matter because they are how we are, they matter because our joy matters.

There are those things we do, or wish we could do: insights lost among an ocean of million possibilities, little gems in the sea of our lives -- and those things matter. 

And it matters that we make them become our lives -- not just fleeting golden moments of alignment, happiness and truth in the memories of our hearts.

Because, Ultimately... those are the ones we will remember. 


The Things Which Matter
by Sophie Gregoire  


When all is said and done,
All the chapters written.
When the sun sets its last dance
Away,
The book closed.

When the endless night comes,
We'll remember
The way we dealt with,
The matters of the heart.

How we loved,
Tall and red.
How we fought for,
The ideas which matter. 

We'll remember,
What we saw
How we felt and,
A few words they said
They mattered
Spoke for,
Paved the way 
For the rest of our silent lives.

And
We will remember, 
The way we smiled.

The way we cared for,
The matters of the heart. 
The way we showed up for,
The ideas which sound true.
The way we committed to,
The song of joy.

We'll remember,
A few moments
So long 
Yet so short
Shared with other eyes,
Which mattered -
They were found on,
The path of the heart.

Not the rest
Not the rest,
Not those things we did
Because we had to.

But the way we felt
The way we committed to,
The truth of the heart
Not the rest and
The way,
We made them smile
The laughters
What we shared
And,
The genuine smiles. 




Sophie Gregoire is often found contemplating an idea or how to explain a new concept, with a notebook and pencil in hand. She is an independent soul who loves to ponder over our world and humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality and traveling both faraway and deep within her heart and mind. Sophie savors coffee, encounters, yoga and meditation, with her cat as her greatest muse. Connect with Sophie on Facebook or more about Sophie here. 





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