LIFE

He saw that all the struggles of life

were incessant, laborious, painful,

that nothing was done quickly,

without labor,

that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings,

revisitings, moldings,

addings, removings,

graftings, tearings,

correctings, smoothings,

rebuildings, reconsiderings,

nailings, tackings,

chippings, hammerings,

hoistings, connectings--

all the poor fumling uncertain incompletions

of human endeavor.

They went on forever

and were forever incomplete,

far from perfect, refined, or smooth,

full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure,

yet,

in the way of things,

somehow noble,

complete,

and shining in the end.

Jack Kerouac

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