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Life's files:The case of a campus student

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It's a quintessential Monday morning.Serious junk again. The don with a pair of haggard eyes is gonna set foot to the unhyped LT to gamble about his prowess in his field of specialty. Still, I got nothing to show that I've added value to myself (allow me to be egocentric for once) during the week-end. This Monday is a day of sorts. According to me and those who arguably can reason with me, they're some stuff that are worthy of assumptions:

Ever thought of transition, transposition or change? What does it present to our lives? I'd say they let us arrive at hope or illusions or they drive us to utopia IF chances are that we keep the same effort to ourselves and wait for our 'time to eat'.

A woman tells her hubby "am tired of playing second fiddle"...Analytically, in relation to the latter, an equation has been modeled as follows:
M=x (W)   where x>1

Society expects much from each of us. It expects us to be of high integrity when we are or intending to be worse off than this in our conscience. It watches from afar, silently when we crave for our own destruction whether socially, economically or politically. Unless we submit to the fact that we are never right we can always complain that society is never fair. The truth holds this firmly after all:
We are the authors of our own destiny.
We are the mowers of our own lives.
We are who we are because we were meant to be.
Life questions always, have we answers with us?

I'm holding my breath each time I think this wild. My good friend will peer into the eerie nightfall, He will resign to the fact that the sun will rise tomorrow. In the hustle and rustle terms this is not always the case with life!!


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