“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.”
The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.”
The ocean stretches itself upon the shore to taste a child’s sandcastle. The wise child realizes that this is only a chance to build again, and the ocean smiles in satisfaction knowing that with every castle it devours, it has made a child dream more.
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