I’m rolling down a mountain,

Jagged stones taking turns to cut me up from all sides,

A whirl of thunder & pain, rocking my very core off its hinges like an earthquake with a magnitude of 9.9,

I am battered & bruised all over by this unceasing ordeal, with no end to it in sight,

O’ father, bring me relief for this is all too much for one man to abide!

The answer, he knew, in spite of his present tumult:

Son, this is life…

So, you must tuck your head in, and -somehow – survive!

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