Sometimes I feel blessed with how fortunate I am,
But even in my fortune is misfortune, yes that’s the story of man.
One day I am the summer - clear in July,
And the next, I am winter - frozen inside.
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Author:
MissUnderstood (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2022 15:45
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
this be, that duality in our nature:
we are dissatisfied
when
we should be grateful;
we are timid and calculating
when
we should be bold and adventurous;
and on...
still, while we're gifted breath
we posses
more opportunity for greatness
than any genius, that's dead...
(thanks for sharing
a relatable read)
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