Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Each day we find ourselves at points of choices. And each day people fly by the seat of their pants, hoping that things will turn out OK. Some days they do indeed, in the short run. At the end they don’t, realizing that we have ended up running around without lasting priorities and everlasting focus, we wish someone would have been frank rather than polite with us. 

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