Most things has a beginning and an end.
And we never know what that beginning is until its end.
What we do know, however, is that just like a path has a point of no return, and just like every cup has a limit of how much can get poured in to it, and just like every stew has a limit of how many ingredients can blend before the taste suffers – just like this, every person has a patience, and that patience has a limit.
Nonetheless, there will always be people trying to test limits like these. It doesn't matter if the cup is filled to its edge, or if that stew is cooked to perfection – some guy, or gal, is bound to throw in an extra pinch of salt, and just because the opportunity was given, the whole thing suddenly tastes fucking terrible.
Yes, every path has a point of no return, and once that salt has made its way in, it will never be the same stew it was before...
No, it doesn't take much for a cup to pour over once its full...
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Once there was a nation. This nation was like a perfectly cooked stew.
It had everything – a diverse landscape, properly outlined roads, good means of travel and transport, beautiful sunsets, freedom of choice, law and justice, and many great wonders...
to be continued...