For many years I tried to follow the yellow brick road all this time just wanted to get to the end of this, there were people who walked by me and others were left behind came before me and it makes far exceed that, other than without happen or to have passed I still see in the distance in both directions but much to tighten or loosen the road will never get it. For a long time I thought that what was important was the arrival until finally I realized that how important the road is just that "the way." Now I stop to admire the scenery, smell the flower that is born on the very edge of the road and although the court to show those people who are ahead or behind too far away to see it. Now count the lines that separate the tiles that do not want to reach my destination.
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