Anna AkhmatovaThis cruel age has deflected me, like a river from this course. Strayed from its familiar shores, my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel. How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising without me, and falling too. How many friends I never had the chance to meet.
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This cruel age has deflected me,like a river from this course.Strayed from its familiar shores,my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel.How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising without me,and falling too. How many friendsI never had the chance to meet.This quote pretty much sums up my life. Life can be cruel and throw so many obstacles in your way that sometimes it is hard to see the right path. We all have our moments where we question what we are doing and wonder what we should be doing with our lives. The difference between those who succeed and those who just sit around and wonder is that to succeed you need to keep going despite the things that frustrate you and keep trying until you find your path.
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