Perfect Practice
Practice is called practice because that is what we do, practice. Some say practice makes perfect but in our case we just practice. We should be like snowflakes; each snowflake that falls to the ground falls in its own perfect place. We are like the snowflakes. We have our own identity. What we should do is drift down from the sky and find our own resting place. Perfect.
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Hear and forget, see and remember, do and understand.—Conficius
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Water splashing off roof
Blinds blowing by the window
Melancholy day
