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There is no way to the end of a journey but to travel the road that leads to it. It may be a long and weary road, and strength and courage may fail, but we must not give up. We do not have to travel it every day, and when we have once learnt that foot, half of the stones and the bricks of the way are gone. The way may have led over rocks that must hurt the most, but it is that which is yet to come that concerns us now. From the time of our birth till our death knell is tolled we must learn. If you will not learn, you cannot know. If a teacher will not train he cannot teach. When we will not let other people teach us, we cannot school ourselves. If we cannot learn to be the cogs in the wheels, we had better be quick and be a wheel with the cogs. But life is all school, and most of the focuses are hard, but it is as it should be. We must live and learn. The winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the flowers and the voice of the turbines can be heard in our land. The big tree put forth her green barks, and the vines with the tender grapes gives smell. There are our friends, the singing birds, in the grove as happy as ever, and they pour into your ears such a sweet note that you can cheer up even when you are dull or sad.