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With the end of one, begins a new one

 With the end of one, begins a new one


You'd be bullied, hated, back-stabbed,

talked about, judged. You'll lose people, and

meet new ones. Not everyone is going to like you,

and some would just be there for the sweet moments.

The process of life, though some endure, many fall.

Life does not provide a yellow brick road, rather

a mixture of fire pits, breath taking climbs,

uncharted seas, deep gorges, and thorn wall.

truly an incredible feat, that sometimes makes us

question life itself.

At the end of it all, when the smoke begins to clear;

you'd be wounded, broken and hurt, rugged, exhausted

and caloused, but you have endured through it all.

Learned from all the punches of life that has been

thrown at you.


It may seem daunting, looking through that unforgiving

horizon; there is one thing that makes a difference.

That's when you muster all your courage to take the

first step.


Our plans may never go as we have planned, though trust

the process and have faith in the Almighty, for his

plans for us are always directed towards the good of us.


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