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Day after day Piles after piles of duties Why can’t I just give up? It’s not in me, trust me! I tried, did everything I could to find it in me But the desires of fulfillment, the things in life is nerve-racking The enjoyment of school comes within devouring those cookies and cake during lunch time Wait could it be the accomplishment of school work that makes it delightful You know? When you hand in that assignment And you’re craving to know your grade within the next hour Those hours of effort, struggle, and thinking, better be worth it When my responsibilities are burden on me It’s clear; I can’t surrender At least not without a battle It’s not in my nature In order to win the battle, your mind and heart should be locked with one particular element That is my purpose That is my aim That is my greatest satisfaction Wait is it to ignore the workload or the accountability of what others demand of me Or is it the struggle with my inner selfish desires Comes to think of it, why do we strive hard to get an education? It’s to better your future by getting a degree in helps of aiding you in getting a career so you can make those stacks of bills That my friend is what people tell you But reality is, we strive hard in hopes of setting an example to those younger than us, to those that believe life is a pain in the ass, to those that feel as though nothing is accomplish-able in this world We show them a lesson or two of what life is capable of We show them that the struggles and pain they go through is worth it in the end These actions help us to become the roles models people desire And our legacy continues even after when death over takes us Every day that passes, the sun shines brighter as our actions and teachings are remembered That is our purpose That is our aim That is the greatest satisfaction anyone can get
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