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We always plan a life like a wonderful painting, But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape. Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining. But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape. Sometimes we don't get the proper fitting, Everyone came here with different fate, Some came on a smooth sailing, Their privileges giving them an advantage, At the end we all must show our paintings, Be it on tab, paper, board or a slate © Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com