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 stay the same. What happened to a hero when he dies, he’ll still be a hero. So as the saints and soldiers. Does a beggar dies, becomes a saint, a hero or a soldier. He may not; he will stay and still a beggar when he dies. Vince, life is short by the way and it is up to you, to make it longer or shorter. When I am dead nobody will know for a beggar dies a beggar, for it was the same. ““Everything changes. For there is no things that stay the same. Mico, it changes all the time.” Vince insisted. “Don’t argue with me Vince for a tree will remains a tree and a river will remains a river, if it was either dry or filled with water. You should know how to distinguish reality from fantasy and right from wrong.” “Why are you saying these to me?” “Because you’re a friend as you say. I wanted to tell you the reality of life’s worth. What do you think its worth? Where do you think the rivers come from?” “A spring or a deep well.” “And where did it end?” “In the sea or in the shore. Where fresh water and salt water met and mixed.” “You were right Vince. You yourself, your life is like a river. You’d come from a spring and ended up in the sea. But the course has been a long journey. It was filled with pain, fear, shame, discontentment, and vengeance. The waters from a river encounter deep and swallow surface. A hope that comes true or not. It was an up or down. But in the end, you really needs to say goodbye, for the rivers always comes to dry.

And Mico has been slowly fainted in cold which makes his flesh shiver. And then he could hardly breathe. Until he lost his consciousness and slowly dying. For the boy let the hope dry and dies.   

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Image by Mikael Miettinen via Flickr

Image by Mikael Miettinen via Flickr

Image by Mikael Miettinen via Flickr