Time is racing past us like a river in a rage, and we are as a tiny raft cast amidst the waves. We try not to fight its vicious highs and lows, and try only to float and blend into its flows. We have never any time to even stop and pause, to think about our course or even our great cause. We often are unsure that these waters wherein we swim, would eventually lead us to the places of our dreams. That is how it is they say we all feel the same, we all ride the same rough ride, well, life is just a game. So where does all this leave us and our precious little lives ? We thought it was a treasure O' our precious little lives! So my friend, O little one who struggles on and on, I say to you - find your course before all of it is gone. What's a life that has not the form that it was born to take ? O yes you can defy the norm it's your chance to take.
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