"Fog makes the world a painting obscure.
Even close trees are half unseen.
But a lonesome crow won't stop calling:
He objects to being in this dream."
I have learned to focus on growth. Indeed, the Talmud says, "Every blade of grass has an angel that stands over it and whispers, 'Grow! Grow!'" As I come closer than ever to everything I've ever wanted since the day I was born, I find I have little patience or room for anything but that whisper. I ask my angel, my God, and the people in my life every day: "If you love me, let me grow." It may sound silly, but while we are here, I think it's the only thing to do.
Even close trees are half unseen.
But a lonesome crow won't stop calling:
He objects to being in this dream."
I have learned to focus on growth. Indeed, the Talmud says, "Every blade of grass has an angel that stands over it and whispers, 'Grow! Grow!'" As I come closer than ever to everything I've ever wanted since the day I was born, I find I have little patience or room for anything but that whisper. I ask my angel, my God, and the people in my life every day: "If you love me, let me grow." It may sound silly, but while we are here, I think it's the only thing to do.
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