Don't speak to me of capacity while remaining empty, unused.
Don't talk a good story before the fact. Just go, my friend, and do.
Talent, left buried, more harmful than good, takes its toll on him who hides it.
He envies those who go and do. Whate'er they're about he derides it.
Show me a warrior who'll wield a twig in defense of hearth and home,
with sword sheathed, spear untouched, leaving cimeter and shield alone.
Neither would bird choose to walk and refuse to spread wings and fly.
Would a fish spurn water and flop on land, choose not to live but to die?
No one can force you to be what you're not; to growl when you're meant to sing.
And no one can do what you came here to do. No one brought what you bring.
For you were meant for higher heights, for realms of beauty and love.
You came here, not from un-plummed depths. You came from the stars above.
You're made for the company of angels and gods. Your Heavenly Parents look on
as you make your way, as you choose your path as a king or merely a pawn.
So choose thou well. Grow and become the one you were born to become.
Put off idleness, lay darkness aside. Touch the light and you'll find you've won!
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