Life
is like knitting. You start out small, and it seems to take forever to
make any progress, watching the yarns slip through your hands, unable
to hold onto it more than a moment if you wish to go on. No one knows
what you’re making and you yourself are not quite sure how it will turn
out, but you go one anyway because you can’t stop without giving up all
hope. You only wish to look back on your hard work and progress at the
end and be content with how you managed to pull through all that time.
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