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There will be a day when you weight out your dreams and ideals for a lesser credence. You will sacrifice a grander potential for a weaker actuality and everything since will be only be nostalgia. What was once possibility will now encumber you with fantasy and delusion. Not hope and incitement. There will be a division between a youthful impassion to a haggard existence. And you will think acceptance of anything subjacent to your paragon is a sign of maturity. That anything ideal is childish. But it isn't maturity, it is inadequacy.

There are two options available to you. Of each there are two divides. There is the unwavering ideal. And the integrity to sustain it at all costs. This choice could prove either fruitful or empty, dependant or the might of your resolve. And there is inadequacy. The abided who takes what he can so he's not left empty handed. This choice can prove either fruitful or empty only by chance.


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