In times of strife we search for new signposts to guide us through the tortuous hills of decision and consequence. And yet I meditate above the chaos, standing free from the charges of beserkers and demigogues, waiting with freed breath and unsallied thoughts, for the winds of change to dust off those guantlets of peace and once again erode the war within each heart. With time no man may die twice.
At the end of this short journey into an Association of caring and help, I do not find myself sad, for my involvement in that greater altruism lacked substance almost in its entirety. Yet at the same time I discovered a path down which I may stride with passion and ambition, knowing its intrinsic value parallels my own inner strengths, and the field of grounds before me may grow ripe with my rich harvest, given I find the chance to sow the kernels of my thoughts.
Further, While skipping along in place, a great wave of ambition and fortitude settled in a breast unused to such tidings, and found their outlet in a skillset both unmastered and truly difficult. In an Ironman I will compete, and in less than 42 weeks the power to continue and succeed and thrive must be summoned from within, for only within lies the strength to be more than I am.
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