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Hard Road

You could never meet everything.
Even what you can meet is restricted things and persons only for you.


Your road must wait for you with so tough tests ready for you.


However, you’d have no choice but accepting these, that means your road.


Very many born things with us dispersing elsewhere afterward, many gone ones’ memories had been vanished.


For enduring all disciplines of you occasionally amusement would be set on you who would receive them for a change. You’d meet someone who would be so charming, but you’d never see again.


Many partings with many gone ones in your going road must never make you evade.


Gone one’s words left to you would make you awaked to that road’s meaning. Road is too hard to be eased, but that makes us find us ease.


Frank road, charming road, sulky road, angry road, disgusting road, all roads for you, but you’d never see other one’s road, neither them.


On the road, you’d find so pretty attractive something, with it you’d find another way to contact somewhat you’d absolutely meet, if something was never found by you, probably it must be your easy home.
(Jan. 24th. 2020)