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Education


Education is my inspiration.

I teach myself skills for navigation, 

from the greats before me.

They inspire me to aim high,

through their guiding

tales, tips, and tricks.

I sit in awe at their expanding sucess,

and take notes on the path the carved

in the land of opportunity.

 

Here I sit, absored to the brim with their

knowledge, creativity, and strength.

Dreaming and yearning just to inch a little closer,

and repeat this cycle over for the generation of the future.

I am inspired by

the ones ahead of me in this industry.

But drawn to continue to run,

from those that are yet to come,

so that they can be educated from what I've done.

 

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