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Oct 2019
Life means strugle, fighting to find a momentum
Trying to make things make sence
Its a continous pursuit made by faith
Struggling to find a state of rest

It is like a clock, running to reach a destination
When it complete a circle it find itself starting a new one
It just pursue to reach a destination but it doesn't rest
If it does means it is dead

It's about pursuit of happiness
We fight for it for long, it stays for seconds it disappear we start again chasing it

We find love, love run away
We heal the wounds caused by the once we thought we love each other.
We hate loving, but after a time we love again
Its a cycle,
It is a race with unknown destination
It is a competition we participate by faith
It is a dream inside a dream
It is a fight against ourselves while thinking we are fighting against someone else.

We fear our shadows, we fear the unknown
We run away from ourselves
We hate ourselves and we find someone else to blame.
It is a fight inside ourselves having a physical impact on our outer being
Written by
Emmanuel Lulandala
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