Picture, for a moment, a life without change:
If everything that ever was and is
stayed always the same.
A world free of loss,
but also of gain.
Being ignorant of joy,
but also of pain.
Never feeling the warmth of the sun,
for you never shivered in the rain.
So afraid of taking that first step,
that stagnation makes you lame.
Unwilling to craft the next verse
for fear of forgetting the refrain.
But what is lost in failing,
save for a bit of pride?
The greater loss by far
is to fail by never having tried.
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