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2004-03-27||10:41 a.m. ::\Rockclimbing/:: Imagine a cliff. Imagine you're on the side of the cliff, chained to a rope. Visualise the strong wind and the hot sun beating down on you as you struggle to keep a foothold on the jagged edges. Your perspiration pours down your face, your body, your limbs, but you cannot quit. You have to hold on, or it will be the end. You take one step, then another. You reach out for more footholds with your hands, and carry on scaling the cliff. All you focus on is footholds, all you can think of is how to keep yourself on the cliff. Your only aim is to come up to level ground. You climb. You climb. You climb for seconds, minutes, days even. And you finally feel flat land. You srcamble off the steep edge and sprawl on the ground. The exhaustion robs you of your chance to breathe and so, you close your eyes and drift off to a long sleep. Is life always this hard? Is everyone's career a rockclimber in life? If not, then why does everyone have to struggle so hard just to achieve a little something? Can you explain it? If not, why are you still arguing with me? Fayes
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