As summarized in
my short poem:
Nothing is already
made in life,
You make it to be
ready for life,
My total being rest in the cause
Of where I stand;
Pleasures can be relived, the
quality
Of time cannot be bought again.
A being should not be thought of,
As material to be bent;
As the rain dropped hard on my roof
I chased that paper so aloof,
Then realized it has always been wet.
Lord, prepare me so a well,
Oh! Latter rain…….
Bless the grain.
In essence,
what may be success to person A may be different to what it is to person B.
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