The Essence

20 Oct 2021

·J.T.

The world can be a dark place. The world can be a cold place. But at the times we are weakest. Our strength increases the most. When we are down and defeated. Such times when our humanity is shown. Victory has never prepared one. For the harsh truth which is to come. Possibility of failure is present at every turn. For such is the reality we call our home. No matter how bludgeoned we’ve become. Each scar will sing it’s very own song. They combine in a symphony of triumph and defeat. Capturing the very essence of life it seems. I urge you all to listen to this tune. Consume it’s knowledge and learn for me and for you.

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I am simply put a lost soul coming to terms with the sometimes harsh realties of life. Learing the complex intricacies of world we live by trying to understad both the beauty and brutishness of it all.

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