I love a good metaphor
Life is a path. I prefer that to a road, which implies a vehicle.
Some people help by clearing the weeds out of the way.
Others hinder by strewing rubbish everywhere, which you have to learn to ignore.
Sometimes, especially when it starts pouring with rain, you have to turn around and go back the way you came.
Some people help by clearing the weeds out of the way.
Others hinder by strewing rubbish everywhere, which you have to learn to ignore.
Sometimes, especially when it starts pouring with rain, you have to turn around and go back the way you came.
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