thousands of attempts to create value in the world may end up on barren soil, but a few will hit the mark and sprout new life.
Thus, every man should be a Johnny Appleseed of sorts, scattering their seeds of creation wherever they go, and being content to know that the seeds may not bear fruit until long after they have moved on. It requires patience, and a sort of faith, a faith in the idea that we have not lived in vain, that the world is a little different from our being here.
This was timely. I was just thinking about how I’m in a period of throwing things at the wall, and seeing what sticks.
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