Look around.
Did you count the silver spoons you've thrown in the river? Or the smiles you could've spared?
What would you give for the times when you should have closed your eyes? For the thousands of faces you've lost? For the marvelous times you don't want to come back?
Patience is a gift, not a virtue.
Why pity the fool? The foolish are blessed.
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