If I'm like Don Quixote, drunk on the sweet elixir of life, adrift in imagination, refusing to give up on lingering youth.
Then I swiftly come to the realization, there is a Don Quixote inside all of us, waiting to be told to get on the road in search of adventure. The fight is engrained. Undeniable.
Today, rise up again, with the morning sun. Ready for the world, bring on the giants, cyclops, goliaths and windmills. Maybe not as young, but maybe a little more youthful.
Then I swiftly come to the realization, there is a Don Quixote inside all of us, waiting to be told to get on the road in search of adventure. The fight is engrained. Undeniable.
Today, rise up again, with the morning sun. Ready for the world, bring on the giants, cyclops, goliaths and windmills. Maybe not as young, but maybe a little more youthful.
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