And it seems to me, that the struggles of life are infinite. Not only infinite, but pointless. The fight to prove your mettle. Don't you see.. it's a trap!
Oh I am sorry, did I hurt your wounds of those tough times? I didn't mean to belittle you, or your gallery of valor. But you would never believe me, for it always seems worthy. After all, history remembers the victors.
I apologize again to be the one to break this illusion of yours. If you think you've annihilated all your pain with one blow of victory, know that it's a bait. Soon you will realize that there's another battle waiting. The real war, is never over.
Suffering is continuous and never ending.
If life was a voyage to a far off land, then each struggle would be a ripple in the sea.
As your boat floats forward with fancy force, though not swiftly, the ripples follow.
You see the waves, enormous - uniform - seamless, trying to overpower you with the winds on their side. They reach for infinity, as far as the eye can see - crawling towards the horizon, where the sun of hope is slowly drowning. You think you can count them, perhaps you try, but it's useless, they are too many.
And so this was life. Ripples of hardships, no matter how fast you move, these waves of struggle never end, keep following. And yet, the sea, the sunsets, the sky and it's stars and all of these beautiful things unconquerable by man, become the only escape from the sea sickness... somehow making you feel like there's some minuscule joy even in conquering a single wave. Awakening a false hope that the voyage would finally end, that there was a destination - an island, where a treasure of gold was waiting to be found. That there was a point to this utter madness... that life itself, held some meaning. Oh, how nature tricks us into becoming pirates, uncanny and remarkable.
Oh I am sorry, did I hurt your wounds of those tough times? I didn't mean to belittle you, or your gallery of valor. But you would never believe me, for it always seems worthy. After all, history remembers the victors.
I apologize again to be the one to break this illusion of yours. If you think you've annihilated all your pain with one blow of victory, know that it's a bait. Soon you will realize that there's another battle waiting. The real war, is never over.
Suffering is continuous and never ending.
If life was a voyage to a far off land, then each struggle would be a ripple in the sea.
As your boat floats forward with fancy force, though not swiftly, the ripples follow.
You see the waves, enormous - uniform - seamless, trying to overpower you with the winds on their side. They reach for infinity, as far as the eye can see - crawling towards the horizon, where the sun of hope is slowly drowning. You think you can count them, perhaps you try, but it's useless, they are too many.
And so this was life. Ripples of hardships, no matter how fast you move, these waves of struggle never end, keep following. And yet, the sea, the sunsets, the sky and it's stars and all of these beautiful things unconquerable by man, become the only escape from the sea sickness... somehow making you feel like there's some minuscule joy even in conquering a single wave. Awakening a false hope that the voyage would finally end, that there was a destination - an island, where a treasure of gold was waiting to be found. That there was a point to this utter madness... that life itself, held some meaning. Oh, how nature tricks us into becoming pirates, uncanny and remarkable.
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