Those Who Love Life
Those Who Love Life
(YWP Editor's Note: Congratulations to Csquared! This poem is the November 2025 winner of The Tomorrow Project's monthly awards! It was written in response to the challenge, Life Gifts: "Little, nameless, unremembered, acts of kindness and of love." Can you think of a time, person, or place that brings William Wordsworth's words to life for you?")
Life is
meant to be lived
fully and completely.
You need to commit.
Fully.
You aren’t meant to dip one toe in from the edge.
You’re meant to dive in
with no hesitation,
no “what ifs.”
The people who do that
are the ones who make every day
thrilling.
Who care so much
with their whole heart
about life and those who live it
that they are willing to
risk their whole heart
to make yours a little lighter.
These are the people you can count on
to send you a hug
wrapped up in little glitters of their love
any time you need it.
You might not even notice
when they lift the weight,
but the next time you turn inwards to confront it,
it will be missing.
These are the people
who together
find a way to share their immense love for the world
with everyone.
The Voice
December 2025
Those Who Love Life
(YWP Editor's Note: Congratulations to Csquared! This poem is the November 2025 winner of The Tomorrow Project's monthly awards! It was written in response to the challenge, Life Gifts: "Little, name...
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