Plodding ahead into the labyrinthine existence,
Trying to unravel the threads of thought,
Wanting to perceive the convolutions of life,
Willing and prodding forth every bit of consciousness,
Holding on to the last shed of sanity,
Trying to twist and mould the imperfect,
Attempting to alter the pre-destined,
Challenging fate to achieve success;
The risk of failure, a constant stalker,
Determination making us continue,
Giving no place for cowardice; even in defeat...
Epitomising thus, the needed lessons in survival...
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