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“..I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks to much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laught and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.
Everything in life is connected somehow. You may have to dig deep to find it but its there. Everything is the same even though its different. Somehow everything connects back with your life. The faces in certain places may be different, but the situation is the same. Irony is a hidden factor that creeps around us in life, letting its presence felt only after it has left. Picture back to a year ago and the situation you were in. Look at how things are different yet somehow everything it still in someway cognate. Everything connects together to form the balance of life, to maintain structure. Change is and always will be inevitable, but everything is relative, and all the moments and times in your life will come back around again, you just might find yourself on the other side of the coin. Things are always changing, as fast as everything stays the same.
This is me. This is who I am.
heroes
Victory smiles for those who see,
There are heroes near - stand tall.
She watches those who would be free
There are heroes near - stand tall.
Some will fight for victory's grace
There are heroes near - stand tall.
Some will gaze on victory's face
There are heroes near - stand tall.
Though tired and drawn they struggle through
There are heroes near - stand tall.
They stood the test and victory knew,
There are heroes near - stand tall.
And though they change we still can see
There are heroes near - stand tall
That these define our victory
There are heroes Here - stand tall.
equus
Where, in this wide world,
Can man find nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy,
Or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
And strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility.
He has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful,
Nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick,
Nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back,
All our history is his industry.
We are his heirs,
He our inheritance.
The Horse.
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