please spare me not a while in your busy and ardourous day…sharpen your minds and rejoin the rat race…eye on the prize ….not for a second hesitate to stomp on ur friend and step up to a greater place….

find peace in numbers and words ..find peace in contentment,  with thinking that has been forced on you…be contented in killing every original idea…let the oceans waves wash it away and leave a clean slate for you…

I stand on the grass less greener..agreed…but i look onto you and see you are not content with where you are…for your eyes have been tainted…with a notion tht there is still a grass greener tht is to be….in this thought ur mind will never be free…chained u will be and not realize tht whilst trying hard to make a living you had forgotten to live…and then in ur death bed you will lament and sorrow will engulf ..for when you thought you were running a race of sorts ….without a sight at the finish…eyes closed…fists clenched…you had forgotten the reason you were running in the first place…..for when you open your eyes you will finnd the finish line long behind you……for everyone reaches the finish line….. thts when u realise tht it was nt a race after all….my  solemn advice to those i hold close to my heart…lets run but not tire ourselves out…lets make it too tht finish line…..but not kill ourselves doing it

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