#bitcoin Leave the homework once.. No, leave the obedience to what is seen
For the sake of what is unseen:
The voice of a friend in the crowd of the classroom was news
More truthful than everything written in dry ink
That paper was waiting for my confession of the known answer
But the spirit chose its first language:
To be alive.. Even if I lost the mark
Nineteen years pass
#Benance I do not remember the grade I lost
But I remember that I chose to attend
Not the exam.
And the question that returned late like fog:
Was I wrong?.. Or was I right about life when
I preferred a heartbeat over ink.
In the market, where rules are distributed like other goods
And everyone buys correctness in installments
A faint voice remains in the far corner saying:
Not everything that seems right.. is right
The problem is not in getting lost on the road
But in forgetting that you have a road
And turning into a number in the wanted list
Loss, my friend, is not a ceiling but a door:
Either you exit smaller than you were or bigger than all the rules.
After all these years.. I discovered that the homework is forgotten
But the moment I disobeyed must become bones
In the body of memory
The question is not how much you gained in the market? Nor how much you lost in class?
But: Is that voice still inside you that said _ no _
Or have you become an ideal version of yourself..
Without your original soul
Do not leave the rules if you are afraid
But do not leave yourself if you love
For the worst loss in this world
Is to gain everything
And lose the voice you started with
If you read it quickly.. you understood what was said
And if you paused a little.. you saw what was not said
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