What is life?
The flash of a firefly.
The breath of a winter buffalo.
The shadow scooting across the grass that vanishes with sunset.
—Blackfoot saying, translation by Michael R. Burch, keywords/tags: Native American, translation, life, nature
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At a troubled time when the bedeviling binds on our minds have landed us in a lampoonery of a life and we move boustrophedon between boisterous buffooneries and cacophonous contumelies, literature, if not a splendid cynosure to our goals, is, I daresay, a salubrious salve to our souls that seldom cease to seethe.
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Hardships are not like a buffet
where you have to choose your favourite meal.
they are things that life serves you.
how you handle them determines how you are going to come out of them.
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There is a blessed side, and a cursed side to a buffet.
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