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It was never about winning.

He’d known that from the start, but still had to fight the temptation now and then.

Trying to turn your mind into a perfect white canvas was difficult enough without the hidden traps of achievement and pride so sneakily set by yourself.

So he simply sat, without goals or expectations.

Chopping wood and carrying water.

Not waiting or wishing for any special day after which…

He would chop wood…

And carry water.

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