I know of a young who was bruised, denied, rejected and dejected by a people, well-respected and whose association is desirable. This young man was shoved aside because of bearable oversight. His passion was deemed as a cabbage for swine - drossed and dragged in the mire of hatred, undertoned envy and concealed bitterness. In his sincerity and simplicity, he ventured and got struck in the cross fire of unhealthy tussle which saw him play out a specimen for jurys verdict. So bruised that he found no balm, yet he secreted from within an ointment which greased him on in parts until his passion found him platforms that tower in integrity which cannot be taken from him. Rising above the constraint and overlooking the debris of unshafted yet chaffed agitations, he pitched his stardom amongst stars, thanking his Creator for the time that sands heat up to sway his feet. Now he courts the most successful, most envied in the world. Then, I remembered him and got inspired to conclude that if the sands had known that the heat intensified against a mans footing because of pebble will ignite his growth feathers to gather winds and fly, they wont have done so... Now, not even sand has a place in the wind... Every high-flyer never grow wings overnight. The biggest catalyst of a high flyer is the heated sand rejection which engender growth of feathers to feature on height of greatness. Being shoved aside is no pleasure when it comes to soaring over regions.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 00:13:04 +0000
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