Stoic

by jaywcoombes

I’m on my jollies (holiday) this week, so posts might be a little slow for the next few days.

Life goes on and here we stand. Triumphant in victory, solemn in mourning, and exuberant in freedom. Memories of those tragic times are set in stone in the angered and murky past; ever changing and warping what was real and true. The future appears as if a mountain of dread, looming over bleak outlooks and heavy hearts. Only with the memories of the past, of what was won, and lost, can we proceed. Life goes on, and here we stand.

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