Taking a step forward is seemingly more effort than backwards, so the direction of life has been turned around in correspondence. Watching the light of others eventually begins to make you a pedestrian within your own life. While the virtue of patience is to seek without destroying confidence from the lack of desired results. Remembrance of gravity helps ground those that seem to hover above us without foolishly becoming envious. Instead, we must root the essence of success within the feeling of our own personal happiness. Recognizing what true satisfaction is may take time, but traveling a path not designed for you only leaves the soul astray.
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