I wish I knew the question.

There was a sad and terrible pause at this point in the conversation during which a hundred thousand people seemed unexpectedly to say ‘whop’ and a team of white robots descended from the sky like dandelion seeds drifting on the wind in tight military formation

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Does it ever seem like a hundred thousand people are gunning for your head? Sometimes you think you know the answer, but really, you know nothing about the situation.  The process is more important than the end goal, ends don’t justify the means.  The ending is never the same as what you imagine, when you want something and go about it in all the wrong ways.

For instance, if you are unnaturally green, you may ask why you were born different.  Perhaps a better question is, does anyone know a reason to treat you differently? Did you eat too much kale as a child? Perhaps did a wizard give your mother a toxic green drink while she was pregnant? These are the questions people might need to ask.

Next time, take a breath, and think about the question. Not the answer.


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