He stood behind the threshold between his new life and old Old, was bit dull but just fine and new, was all bright sunshine He paused midway, conflicted and sad for leaving behind every experience he had every thought which in his mind once crossed would now just become a lesson lost God read his mind, understood his concern and blessed the man with a bag for every lesson he had to learn The man was elated, he finished packing his experience but as he moved towards the door he started missing convenience So he stuffed in his bag his entire comfort zone then left for the door but saw his habits sitting alone Unable to resist he packed them too and took his step towards everything new With h is bag on his back, the weight was weighing him down as before his new life had a chance to unfold he collapsed by the weight without ever reaching the threshold...
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