Does the amount of effort we put in matter?
It does not seem so. I plant
so many seeds, but they never seem
to come to fruition. I pour
so much sweat and tears, but they never seem
to fill the cup to the brim. It is almost
as if someone picked the seeds
into their palms in the middle of the night,
or poked a hole in my Styrofoam cup. But
I know that there are still some seeds
and the cup is still half-filled, so
even though input does not equal output,
I'd still choose to stay put

YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
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