Employ your tools son


“An ocean of falsity brood over some brains,
That grandness is a grant to the fortunate.
With that, they utter others prime and crave their gains
Yet in them mountains of superiority inhabit.”
I tell you this son, so that you employ every tool
You possess, for different soils you will toil
And different waters you will sail.
If you employ them sagely, you will prevail.
Let not your eyes deceive you,
For they will invent anomalies and giants
To make you tire and relinquish.
But look not at the giants with fear,
For colossal they will appear.
Yet brace up with courage encounter them,
And the giants will vanish.
Look not at your future with despair,
For gloomy it will appear.
Yet live and let the rhythm of optimism play in your heart,
And your future will be bright.
Look not at the journey with hesitancy, for lengthy it will seem.
Yet yield a single step and let patience accompany you;
And distant mountains won’t be blue.
Look not at the sea with doubt,
For stormy it will seem.
Yet put on the sails of faith and hope for the shore, and the shore you will explore.

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