Dear Diary,
I would like to share a poem:
The Burden of Responsibility
I have dreams that I hope I follow
Responsibilities that keep me up at night
Lives of people not so shallow and
A prayer that I succeed with all of His might.
Visions I long to come true
Laughters I yearn to hear
Fear crippling my ability rings through
Sorrows and tears of men.
If I fail they drop
Out of the horizon out of the world
Laziness identified as the attempted curse
To rid my dependents of the ways of God.
Consistency is an enemy, not my friend
A fully budded rose, it’s thorns in my side
For keeping my words is discipline, and keeping my actions is health.
Remembering that all that is permissible is not good and all that is good is not necessary wealth.
-Mo
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