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Jul 2014
We are like trees that start with a trunk.
Each thought, each action, each progress
grows branches to the direction
of thought, of action, of progress.
Some are thick and lonely,
others numerous and tiny,
long, short, straight, curved,
it's different, the way to our thoughts.
The total of branches at the end,
doesn't vary to the extreme.
There is a limit where we can get,
we're not that different, it's just the way.
As seen from far, it looks the same,
the little details tell other tale.
I am not better with branch on the right,
there will be always the other side.
While having long fat piece of arm,
can not imagine it's split to some.
My point is that with given life that is not so long, we have opportunity to develop ourselves as we please to every direction possible intentionally and not. At the end it gives almost same visual image, though if observed from close, looking at the details, the "roads" are built differently, some have roads to all the directions but they don't reach as far as those who have roads to less directions. Options are endless but not the life which ends. And i say, don't underestimate no one, we can learn from everybody for they all have different paths of their own, and if we don't wanna learn from them, it's ok as long as we respect them. No one is better, we are just different.
Danielle Mimran
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