We make far too much heroic about what we do, or aspire for, or see in others. I have come to think that maybe what we see as heroic is simply achieved by as little as being well-rested while others are not. How greater the magnification of possibility is when one is temperate and at ease with the world around them. The folly is thinking we are all at the same starting line when we are staggered immeasurably by the imperfections of place and time. Hard work is a factor but so is the frost in the air.
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