Would it be easier to run ahead? To dive, to fly? If you couldn’t see obstacles or count the doubts?
Or would we stay in a corner, cowered. Fear like dark blankets on all sides?
Are they a comfort or a cage?
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Is it just me? Sometimes disappointment, frustration, or fatigue keep banging on the door. You’ve got a project, dream, plan, but it’s stuck. You wonder: Is it me? My skills or vision? Do I lack proper education or experience? Is my heart really in it?
I read about some fisherman who may have thought the same. They worked all night with nothing to show.
Were they unskilled?
No. They were “Fisherman.”
Was the net broken?
Nope. Strong and ready.
Were they in the wrong place?