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Don’t Give Up
To fight destiny is a choice but to accept fate is power
I watched you sleeping and cried for our future because they told me that we were ill-fated.
The world is a cruel place for the innocent who suffocate in iron-clad certainties.
Hold on, said the weary lioness within me, life will attack you again and again but you must accept fate.
Despite the very real blows of defeat and failure, your life is not worthless. So, you must fight.
Who knew that the path of predetermination is a trajectory carved by our own hands?
As we weep about our past, we carry it with us, and taint our future with the same pain.
I sometimes look into the mists of time and see that the truth is coiled like an umbilicle cord through my life.
The truth about having a heart that refuses to surrender and submit to the powers that try to crush it.
I see how my hope has kept me alive and how those who have gone before, never experienced it.
Life strangled the ideas out of my kin who never could look beyond and navigate themselves free.
As I stare at all the possibilities I know that I have the power to fight against destiny.
