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It was a halo silk that seemed to float in mid-air like a
cobweb caged in a darkness that became opaque, impenetrable, tangible as it
wrapped it shroud around the last breath of life that emanated from this
statue...
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An amber colour bubble little up in my hands, revealing the
dancing shapes of the walls of nature that wept tears of dampness, the fallen
ceilings of the granite sky, the dilapidated doors that led into the hearts of
proud trunks coated in leafy curtains, and yet they remained invisible – hidden
by the ghostly blackness the covered the world…
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Dusk poured over the street in a wreath of liquid fire, with
tongues of scorching topaz and flaming amber licking at the sky, whilst an
orchestra of black melodies followed closely, waiting to engulf the fire in a
splash of inky darkness.
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| The key to being a success is what you are willing to let go. |
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| We sacrifice it all for that one amazing moment, that moment when you can truly say you deserve the title your job comes with, where you float above the rest. |
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There are days that make the sacrifices seem worthwhile, few as they may
seem. And then there are the days where everything feels like a sacrifice. And
then there are the sacrifices that you can't even figure out why you're making.
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A wise man once said you can have
anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it... what he meant
is nothing comes without a price tag.
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So before you go into battle, you
better decide how much you're willing to lose. Too often, going after what
feels good means letting go of what you know is right.
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And letting someone in, leaving your
feelings at their expense, means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime
building.
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Of course, the toughest sacrifices
are the ones we don't see coming...when we don't have time to come up with a
strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss.
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When that happens, when the battle
chooses us and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out
to be more than we can bear.
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And how much can you sacrifice, until
all that’s left is yourself?
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| There is good and there is evil. Right and wrong. |
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| And if we're blessed with wisdom, then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams through. |
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| Sunlight filters through the branches of evil. We wait in silence for these times when sense can be made, when meaningless existence comes into focus, and our purpose presents itself. |
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| And if we have the strength to be honest, then what we find there, staring back at us, is our own reflection, bearing witness to the duality of life. |
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| And each one of us is capable of both the dark and the light, of good and evil, of either, of all. |
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| And destiny, while marching ever in our direction, can be rerouted by the choices we make. |
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| By the love we hold onto and the promises we keep. |
