It gets irrationally excited.
It is propelled by hope.
It dreams and doesn't falter.
It has tireless wings.
It's my Divine spark, only I don't listen to it enough
because it doesn't have its feet on the ground.
And so it gets diluted by daily life.
But one part dream to twenty parts doubt
is better than no dream at all.
from here
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow'.
The Talmud
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love this.
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