An imprudent human is lost profoundly in the pathetic and desolate desert roaming hither and thither aimlessly. He is in search of complacency of living life but the oasis is outrunning from him. A coxcomb fellow is marching forward along the dunes and loess, the blowing winds, heaps and piles of sand sometimes intend to depreciate his vitality. His froth leads to despondency. His treading astray bridles him to immense location of a chaotic loop. He is merely lost in the awful clouds of ill- will.
Omnipotence and innovative deeds is a requisite for him to combat and emancipate himself from a dreadful panorama. Now it is must for him to edify and anneal himself rather to forgo and forsake the aim. He must come with a vengeance to fortify his fortitude so that he may prevail the odyssey of life. And finally catch the oasis where he may erase the thirst of success. He must consider the worth taking and inspiring words of Confucius, “OUR GREATEST GLORY IS NOT IN NEVER FALLING, BUT IN RISING EVERY TIME WE FALL.”
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