|"You know I've been thinking." says Dave.
"That won't get you far." Sam smiles as he watches the kids playing happily in the snow.
"This is your life. It's just working and dreaming." Gary says, shivering and tightening his wool coat.
"But, you know there's got to be some secret to life." Sam smiles as though he knows something that the others don't.
The three stare up into the sky, each lost in their own thoughts, all contemplating what life really is. Maybe the secret of life is just living. Just getting by every day and not thinking about it, just living in the moment. Dave laughs quietly, satisfied with his answer. The secret of life is a good cup of coffee. Drink it too fast and you always wish you had more. Drink it too slowly and it gets cold. Gary smiles as he takes another sip of his coffee, happy to just be alive and sitting here with his best friends. Maybe the secret to life is everything, its being able to be happy even when your world is falling apart, living life like you want, being with your family, and hanging out with your buddies at a football game on Friday nights.
"I remember when we were kids. Just crazy kids. I never imagined that we would get this far." Sam said.
"I remember when all we could think about was getting home to get a piece of our mom's apple pie." Gary says as he takes the last sip of his coffee and throws it into the trash can. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a kid again!"
Faintly in the distant a bell rings reminding the three about the life going on around them. The three stood up and went their ways. Dave headed across the street and into his office. Gary climbed into his car and headed into the thick traffic. Sam stood, watching the falling snow around him; he could hear the cry of children, the stern voice of the annoyed parents. "Just another day in New York..."
Maybe the secret of life is in everything. We just have to find it.
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