Sacrifice

Looking at the stack of books that make up a hill
Sitting in front of the icy monitor trying to complete whatever you called it as assignment
You start to grumble around
You shout for liberty
And trying to grasp a breathe at the gap in between
When you understand what the true feeling of being fatiqued is
You lost your intention and notion as an optimistic one
This is how you may practise
But
This is strictly prohibited in my life
When you learn to sacrifice
It is actually an impetus to the shore
A glory shore after you conquer the ordeals that lined up all the way
The name of conqueror will appear on the hall of fame
From here
I deduce
“The highest level of learning is to sacrifice”