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Life Fights Against Tomorrow

And suddenly we realize that life fights against tomorrow: it contradicts the parting of the orange sun that there might be no sunrise for anyone who plans to wallow in pleasure, not relieving somebody's pain! With each fear we hold, we'll be asking others if they envision more tomorrows, or nothing that really excites... until they grow old! We'll reward the humble givers and condemn the avarice hearts standing still, not feeling emotions; giving less doesn't mean you haven't given anything, be glad of your deed... bread can fill up bellies, water is different: it has the power to quench the thirst and give back the fortitude lost: an arid garden can grow roses only when rain falls, any dreamer can materialize the vision of his efforts; constantly feeding his ego, trusting more in his creed! And suddenly we realize that life fights against tomorrow, and having no minimal strength to lead ourselves in the battle to sustain our convictions, we'll be caught in a dense blaze... where all hopes turn to ashes: unless we rise above the causes of greed and vanquish every shadow!

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