You are not trying to do the thing to have done the thing. That may be the muscle of your action but the bone and blood of it are something else. Why did you begin? What do you win? Where have you been and where are you going and what have you to get there? Sometimes a long journey wears us thin and leaves us with less than the thread on the end of a small silver pin and our will is shot and our breath is short and we reach an old fort and just want to drop. Stop. Stop the thought. Find the bone and blood and the skin if you have to. Find the next sign and grin if you have to. Reach for the breath that has left you. Look at who you stand next to. Take my hand and hear with your ear. Friend, You are not walking this road just to get to its end. You are not just doing the thing so it's done.
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