No matter how far the bird goes,
Or how high it flies,
One day it shall be grounded,
And one day it shall die,
But fearing the fall,
If the bird doesn't fly,
Then it will be the end of his life,
And it will be dead before it dies,
So let us be inspired by the bird,
Join the bird in this flight,
And explore the skies of life,
And dream and enjoy, and have a life,
And savor every moment of being alive,
For whats the point of this beautiful life,
If you gonna be dead before you die!
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One must expound & explore...tap their maximized potentials with calculated risk...One cannot live plentifully when they allow themself to be absorbed by over-cautious, reclusive philosophies...Life is far too short for shelter beyond the storm... Solid penning, young man... F j R