“All men are equal,” people say.
But look again to perceive the case I uphold:
All men are born equal
But all men do not grow equal.
Some grow thin, others grow fat and are endowed in proportions;
Some grow tall, others don't grow up much;
Some are dark in skin, others are fair and light in skin.
All men are born equal
But not all men have equal opportunities;
All men are given equal chances
But not all men take equal chances.
All men see equal chances
But not all men make equal choices.
At birth we are equal, I agree,
But in destiny we are not the same;
In influence we are different;
In affluence we are not alike.
Some will be heard, others will not be known.
Some will stir up in strength, others will quiver in weakness .
Some will follow their dreams to the end, others will give up to despair.
Some will be remembered forever, others will be forgotten forever.
All men come into the world, but they do not leave the same mark.
So I ask you this day,
Are all men equal?
Do all men make equal choices?
Do all men stand in the face of fear?
Do all men fight on, amidst our common despair?
Do all men reach their destiny?
Do all men breast the tape?
All men are born in sizes and colour, so Divine,
But a man's end was his choice—
Choices of the paths he took
So I charge you this day:
Think deep upon your paths
There is no life in the grave.
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