At the top of the mountain,
My struggles finally realized,
Happiness should be the norm,
Yet it eludes me.
For struggle is exciting,
The process endearing,
Passions unbridled,
Energies unleashed.
Yet when all is realized-
An empty void.
Perhaps struggle is happiness,
Realization static.
For to move is to be alive,
To be still is to die.
Struggle has a function,
The world be at peace.
Pain is bless,
The world be at peace.
A consolation.
A relief.
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