HINDSIGHT #6: Enter the canel

Entering a dark canel unprotected like a savage, the smell of thousand fears lingers against the loose walls. Wet and slick the travels through dead soldiers that failed to reach their rally point as only one could survive the massacre securing sentence of life.

Deeper the journey in reaching the goal. Goals are like a see saw, be raw and be in conceived by way of tough love.

No glove, no hugs, focus on you to better. Stressing to finish goals but come up slightly short. Life is like going through levels a sport. All sort of knowledge attained to be upon the higher hierarchy.

Life is a universal cycle.

The Real Moody Human

The Urban Psalmist

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