If tears are dropped on a dry piece of paper. Stained with the juice of the petals of mallows or violets. They will change the paper to a permanently green color.
The radio was recently playing pop music when she walked in her family room. No one was watching. She decided to dance.
In my dream, life was beauty, when I woke up, life was duty.
Art is nothing but an endless battle and discipline is the weapon.
Both mean the same thing: the only way to ahead in life is to sacrifice your ego for the sake of something higher.