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A strange sight upon a lonely road. A dream ripped in half. Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail. An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold. Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh. As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale. Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back. To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams. So many that one could not keep track. Some having been blown into the parallel stream. So, I checked the pack upon my back. And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack. Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds. Freezing were the winds, but forward I march. Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads. They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch. Suddenly I see people returning to the road. Going back and picking up their dreams. Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack. Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold. To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack. To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold. Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance. Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear. Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go. But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance. You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear. Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow. Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game. Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture. But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose. For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same. Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure. So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.
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