<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some Chunks Of Bitter Realities</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">some chunks of bitter realities are handed to him.<br>the rule of the game is: do not refuse, take everything with all willingness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the game continues and from day to day, he has become <br>the most acceptable yes man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he continues receiving chunks of bitterness and he keeps it to himself.<br>there is no room for complaints. that is another rule of the game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at night, when alone, with all the bitterness, he looks upon the pages of <br>an old book, the one containing the pictures of his friends back home, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in school where he finished high school, in the university where he finished<br>his degree with honors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">damn, he tells himself, ' i am much better than them! '<br>yet he never really made good: he remains poor, and unknown, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and envious. Life must be unfair. Or God must not exist.<br>He becomes a doubter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agnosticism was never his trait in college.<br>He was handsome and girls were pulling him right and left.<br>The professors loved him and exempted him from taking the final exams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years are cruel. <br>The government is unfair.<br>Power is slipping from his hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sleeps and finds rest in his dreams.<br>There is something wrong with the system.<br>The good are not rewarded.<br>The bad triumphs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE could not ask WHY? <br>He is into this game. There shall be no complaining.<br>He is here. There is no asking now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomorrow, he washes his face, removes the iota of doubt.<br>The motes of confusions. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He goes into the office. He is the yes man for now.<br>There shall be no grumbling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THAT in fact, is the rule. The attitude acceptable.<br>And so his silence remains. Until his death.Perhaps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493076" data-title="Some Chunks Of Bitter Realities de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="some chunks of bitter realities are handed to him. the rule of the game is: do not refuse, take everything with all willingness. the game continues and from day to day, he has become the most acceptable yes man. he continues receiving chunks of..."></div> </div> </div>

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