Whenever you are faced with a choice, be careful not to choose what is convenient, comfortable, respectable, socially recognized, honorable. Choose what resonates with your heart. Choose what you want to do, no matter what the consequences may be
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Push it to the limit Walk along the razor's edge but don't look down, just keep your head and you'll be finished
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Push it to the limit Walk along the razor's edge but don't look down, just keep your head and you'll be finished
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Push it to the limit Walk along the razor's edge but don't look down, just keep your head and you'll be finished
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Kuafu is an ancient Chinese god with infinite strength. In order to chase the sun, he traveled across the earth and ran around the sun and the moon. However, as he pursues relentlessly, the sun remains out of reach. In the end, Kuafu died due to excessive fatigue during the chase. His story has become a classic allusion in Chinese mythology that embodies persistence in pursuing goals, but also warns that excessive persistence may bring unpredictable consequences.
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A hyper-realistic photograph that illustrates this: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light
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A hyper-realistic photograph that illustrates this: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light
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make a dark environment in nightclubs or bars for a crestfallen person related to this phrase: Dont be afraid to move away from places or people; Places where you dont feel good and people who dont encourage you to grow, move forward on your journey, oil painting
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make a dark environment in nightclubs or bars for a crestfallen person related to this phrase: Dont be afraid to move away from places or people; Places where you dont feel good and people who dont encourage you to grow, move forward on your journey, oil painting
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Train your mind to be calm in every storm. It will serve you well.
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It’s okay to lose yourself for a few days only if you know you will find yourself at the other side. The days could become weeks or even months. Sometimes years, maybe a lifetime. Who are you to set an alarm on a dream.
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image that show a person resist temptations and reach the sucessful status.
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image that show a person resist temptations and reach the sucessful status.
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A German sniper stationed in the Swiss Alps during World War II finds himself torn between his duty and his humanity as he witnesses the atrocities of war firsthand.High atop the rugged peaks of the Swiss Alps, amidst the towering pines and glistening snowfields, a lone German sniper named Hans sits perched in his camouflaged nest, his eyes peering through the scope of his Mauser K98k rifle. His heart beats in his chest like a drum, a steady rhythm punctuated by the occasional gust of wind that rustles the leaves and carries with it the distant echoes of gunfire and explosions.Hans is a marksman, a skilled hunter of men, trained to kill with precision and efficiency. He has seen his share of bloodshed, his hands stained with the blood of enemy soldiers. Yet, here in the heart of Switzerland, a country known for its neutrality and peace, the violence feels all the more jarring, all the more pointless.As he scans the valley below, his gaze falls upon a group of Swiss soldiers, their uniforms distinct against the pristine snow. They are not soldiers of his nation, not his enemy. They are simply men who have been caught in the crossfire, fighting for their homeland, for their families.A wave of conflicting emotions washes over Hans. He is a soldier, bound by duty to his country. But he is also a human being, capable of compassion and empathy. He sees the fear in the eyes of the Swiss soldiers, the determination in their faces, and he is reminded of his own humanity.He could take the shot, easily, with a single flick of his finger. The bullet would find its mark, and one more life would be extinguished, another family left to mourn. But something within him holds him back. He cannot bring himself to kill these innocent men.Instead, he watches them, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. He knows that his actions could have dire consequences, but he cannot reconcile his conscience with
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Seated in a off-road vehicle on a high overpass, I observe a city skyline with towering skyscrapers in the distance. The bustling city is abruptly disrupted as enemy fighter jets launch a bombardment, setting the city ablaze with fires and thick smoke. The crimson twilight reveals warplanes' wings glistening in the chaotic atmosphere, transforming the city into a war-torn front with a tense and dangerous aura.
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