Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life.
Life and Jah are one in the same. Jah is the gift of existence. I am in some way eternal, I will never be duplicated. The singularity of every man and woman is Jah's gift. What we struggle to make of it is our sole gift to Jah. The process of what that struggle becomes, in time, the Truth.
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What this quote means
This quote emphasizes the intrinsic connection between life and a higher power, celebrating individuality and the ongoing quest for truth.
In this quote, Bob Marley expresses the profound relationship between life and the divine, suggesting that existence itself is a precious gift. He highlights the uniqueness of every individual as a divine blessing and underscores that our efforts to navigate life and understand our purpose are offerings to this higher power. Ultimately, the struggles we face in this journey lead us towards discovering deeper truths about ourselves and our existence.
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You can use this quote to inspire people at a motivational seminar about embracing their unique journeys.
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I'n'I nah come to fight flesh and blood, But spiritual wickedness in 'igh and low places. So while they fight you down, Stand firm and give Jah thanks and praises. 'Cos I'n'I no expect to be justified by the laws of men - by the laws of men. Oh, true they have found me guilty, But through - through Jah proved my innocency.
Life is one big road with lots of signs, _x000D_ So when you riding through the ruts, _x000D_ Don't you complicate your mind _x000D_ Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy _x000D_ Don't bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality.
If something can corrupt you, you're corrupted already.
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