Stories about connection, and meaning. Told through the eyes of stoicism and philosophy.
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"But maybe that’s just one of the elements of life. We are never “out of the weeds”. We just carve paths through the weeds and carry on through the meadow. New weeds pop up, we adjust course. Storms arise, we batten down the hatches and weather the storm..."
"The barn door faces the west. It faces every radiant sunset, every oncoming thunderstorm, day after day after day. In the winter, although drafty, it holds in the heat and holds out the cold..."
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