Longing is such a wasted ado. Slowly but surely, it leads you to a defeatist creed. Waiting ruins, craving detest you. It arrests your mind in extraneous perturbations.
Rather be carefree and keep doing what is right. Shed off the burden, you are never tasked to carry it in the first place.
The joy of achieving something without anticipation is much sweeter than gaining anything through the rigorous wait. For in wait time does not fly, for in wait we give away the zeal to try.
So, what would you like to be? A miserable soul or someone whom others can behold.
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