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Every incident I encounter,
is a magic pebble
that points me to the way i should walk my life.

Some pebbles are disguised with moss,
and some with raw cracks
I may not be able to recognize them at first
so i stand as a lone wolf,
trying to scent the directions through the air

This is a test, for me only.
To pick, and to put down.
no need to cry over spilled milk.

Destiny tells me that there are other duties for me to carry on
I need to practice my intelligence, to distinguish the right pebble!
get a grip, and remember:
"Think you can, think you can't, either way you are right"