The things we plant in good ground will come to fruition, whether beautiful or ugly.
I have observed some of fruit of my works, and the signs are not all what I'd like to see. There are weeds in my life, and yet I know it is not my job to pull the weeds, but I have to let things work out because there is so much more out of my control than is in my control.
I am an imperfect being, and I have created some chaos, and it is my responsibility. I know that what I am responsible for will be tied to me until I have completed my time with it.
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