I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from convention and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement would not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it.
I have seen plenty of __truggle minus Success_ stories where you are forced to ask yourself __hy to him/her?_. There are few questions unanswered as it isn__ that hard work is the sole companion to achieve greatness because there are people still toiling for their first good break, first high salaried job, first best employee award, first terrific trip abroad, first buck-up cheer to perform excellently, first smile to relax you out from the stress, first pat to motivate you further, first kiss to give a feeling that whatever happened to you till then was just a __est_. Unfortunately, the test never ends for many.
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I have seen plenty of __truggle minus Success_ stories where you are forced to ask yourself __hy to him/her?_. There are few questions unanswered as it isn__ that hard work is the sole companion to achieve greatness because there are people still toiling for their first good break, first high salaried job, first best employee award, first terrific trip abroad, first buck-up cheer to perform excellently, first smile to relax you out from the stress, first pat to motivate you further, first kiss to give a feeling that whatever happened to you till then was just a __est_. Unfortunately, the test never ends for many.
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