I welcome this world, throwing me bricks of truth, never giving up hope on my weakness, bringing them back into scope till I round there corners. So many times if up to me the lessons would be learned for free or cheap, but society knocks with it's bundles of expectations, its shrill voice and prodding hand of bone only beckons me to see I have locked myself in my own home, cornered myself into ideas and given label to wonder.
May this world come through till I can hit it as hard with the lucidity It has given me as a gift, for the world has built the cathedral that stands in the middle of a dilapidated city , the hall with the portraits of men who were monoliths. Only such a place, showing self evident stops, could carve out a worthy hero willing to transcend and change it's nature.
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