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Aspiration If I could become the elemental seed of some hallowed aspiration, I would be gladly entombed in a common plot of ground on this earth to blossom forth into an expansive tree which would offer the sweet fruitage of noble aspirations to the wayfarer of this world, bearing all the tribulations of heat and cold on its head.
Alas! My friends! Never utter that abject word—alas! If anything really impedes your higher progression, it is nothing but the utterance of this lowly word. Bogged up in the deep swamp of dismay, a man can never attain the lofty peak of glory. To bewail of life bygone is like dashing one's head over a deceased friend. Remember this: the sun of happiness keeps ever hidden behind the bleak clouds of disaster overwhelming man's life!
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