We never were the worst within our past,
Nor bad today, nor lesser than we'll last—
For now, wherever life may set our course,
Or what we were, or will be at the source.
Whatever moment we are in— no alas!
For every time— we are the best of us—
So never speak complaints of life once more,
Nor waste regrets on what you can't restore.
For silence holds more power than the voice,
And loneliness refines a wiser choice—
Stay with silence— let it last longer.
Be alone, be lonely— to be stronger.
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