You donโt have a thousand years
To become who youโre meant to be
You have only a moment in time
An unknown fleeting quantity.
Drink deeply from the cup
Of life youโve been handed
Taste all thatโs sweet
And endure whatโs bitter
Remembering the purpose
For which youโve been born.
Squander not your days
Nor your gifts
Instead, arm them and
Send them into battle
To bring to life
Those quiet, hidden, but
True desires of your heart.
Never pull back from the flames
As cowards who conspire
But rush straight in
To your heartโs desire.
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