Ghandi watches me daily observing my daily reflections, comparing his diligence to mine. Have I done better today than yesterday, grown closer to Christ, grown stronger as a person for man kind, or reverted to my complacency. Ah! this too often feeds my soul, especially as I age, my strength of youth hood wanes. My judgement wanes too or is indifferent, for the energy to fight the good fight as it lingers in memories. The defences are few, justification flood my mind, only my moral conviction stops me short of blaming another for my weakness. How is it this occurs, it didn't happen over night, but now that I am so conscious I fight like a drowning victim for dry land.
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