Life Won'T Be Without Sorrows

Days evade too fast from our years, and take with them all memories; if nobody has ever dreamt, do it now and bear no regret! Our youth came and faded, wasn't it the pride of yesterday seeing health and strength prevail never in discord; what conflicted with the time was the rush of thoughts being spoken, and the urge to see them realized in the quickest possible way when impatience shortened its length... was there consent or a silence not broken? Ah, furtive days allow this dream-chaser to reach his destination and not put tomorrow on hold! Ah, fate never bends some rules that shape and mold the character of a pioneer whose discovery made him err elsewhere postponing his dream on future explorations... if his ambition would demand him to make more sacrifices! I made my escape from desolation and halted time moving swiftly and it made a concession... if I didn't cross his path unexpectedly but proceeded with caution when experiencing the worst allusion: that trails and tribulations are the woes of mortality, those sorrows that make one weep desperately! Reminiscences of sad events are vestiges that flicker and vanish': similar to secrets being kept in the depth of the truest heart afraid to have them revealed in a rush... they are more precious than friends! Life won't be without sorrows, and sharing them is partaking of the anguish, we took upon ourselves while being driven from Paradise by two angels holding flaming swords; we can obey or rebel, sin twice... and lose it again to a deception unfolding!