In the land of despair, where all you can hear is muffled screams, and all you can see is the remains of broken dreams. Where you plant the seeds of future, to harvest thorns with your bleeding hands. In such a land, where the wings of angels were torn apart, the only way left to salvation is to look up and rise your head. You will never find your destination looking at the ground. What can be found on the ground of this land anyway, besides dirt and ashes of unfulfilled hopes floating on the swamp of sufferance made by countless of rotten minds? What a shame, they choose despair as a leader...
Rise your head if you want to survive the toxic awful smell of those stinking mentalities around you. Leave them alone with their chosen leader and look at the horizon thinking of a way out. You can always learn from that old man there. Do you see him? Do you see his shadow over there?. No, it's not a delusion, anyone can see him, but it takes more than your bare eyes for that. He is the man who faces the hits instead of being a coward, fearlessly screaming his war cry. Searching for the hardest challenges to test his abilities.
But do you know who that man once was? Oh of course not. He also lived in the land of despair before and had to suffer a lot just like you do now. The inhabitants of that land had no mercy on him: They enjoyed torturing that man turning his bright dream into a dark nightmare, they tried to corrupt his soul with their poisonous lectures, never missed a chance without convincing him that he is one of them, born in that land and there he will stay. But that wasn't what he wanted, he always hated that disgusting place, for him it was just a huge trash can where only insects and cockroaches can have a happy life, not him.
For that exact thought, those inhabitants decided to punish him. They dug him an abyss, set it on fire, then threw him inside. They never cared about his screams and cries, nor the tears he shed begging for help, they left him to face what they thought he deserved. Day after day, the eternal whips of isolation, fear and loneliness ate his bleeding flesh with their never ending lashes, making him realise that only he can be his own saviour.
Of course, he knew that wouldn't be easy. He started a rebellion against his tormentors, and had to make his way up to the surface again, crawling on a ground of flames, burning what's left of his skin. Yet he never cared, he didn't handle all of that to just surrender now and raise the white flag. He couldn't do it. How is he going to live knowing that he betrayed his own beliefs? How will he be able to look at his scars without feeling ashamed for not continuing his path? After all, everything has a price, and those marks on his body were the price to be named "the man who came back crawling from the bottom of hell ".
He survived and left the despair land forever. He found his destination and claimed himself a winner in the hard battle of life. That man knows very well that experience was necessary to make tougher, to make him realise that getting out of that land isn't easy but it's worth it. You will never taste victory if you don't taste pain and sufferance for its sake...
So tell me now: what are you waiting for? You have a heart and a will to achieve what's in your mind. You have steps to follow and a destination to reach. Your battle has just started and it's not going to end soon. You want freedom? Pay for it! Nothing will ever come to you. It's you who have to go and get it. In a long journey of sweat, tears and blood, you have to find your way, out of the despair land.
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