lessons

My father raised me to be an impressive man.
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His methods were distant and stern.
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A sculptor chipping away at stone until it inspired an audience.
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Flaws were unappealing.
Bravery was unconditional.
Ignorance was cultural assimilation.
Confidence was indoctrinated.
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Greatness was pursued with a feverish tenacity. Stone shavings of innocence and joy covered the base like ash.
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Attention was paid from a loan using rest as collateral.
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But do not mistake work ethic for restlessness. My greatest strength will forever be my heaviest burden.
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My mind may grow desolate.
My heart may grow cold.
And my back may grow stiff.
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But my spirit will fight on.
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It is the sunset at the end of a storm.
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It is unwavering.
It inspires hope.
It will not fail.

Reviews

[Karmee]

Such an emotional write, nicely presented