No luck today on my mendicant rounds;
From village to village I dragged myself.
At sunset I find myself with miles of mountains
between me and my hut.
The wind tears at my frail body,
And my little bowl looks so forlorn --
Yes this is my chosen path that guides me
Through disappointment and pain, cold and hunger.
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this one is different although he speaks as though he expects the hard times now and then. His path is clear though and this is part of his lifes pathway.
Reminds me of being tols once that: the hard times help us to appreciate the easy ones.
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