Capable of producing wise words, but incapable of following them.
We become philosophers in someone else’s difficulty
but pity ourselves when guests leave the dinner party.
Too lonely for love.
Too busy for despair that could transform us.
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Nomadic Intuition 
Ego is the enemy.
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but it is a part of you, so train it such that you don’t rival yourself
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It took me a year to truly appreciate your reply.
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😌
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