Morning paper – May 24.

Let myself be but a conduit, one of many that iterate on what happened before, realizing that though I’m unique, I’m not more than the next. It’s my choice to let it flow through me and onward or stand aside and watch. And it’s OK that I can never do anything perfectly, as long as I’m true to myself and not letting ill intent pollute either my soul or my deeds, only then will I live without guilt, but with lightness.

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