At what point does persistence become foolish? I have been foolish in the past. In the past, I have stuck my hand into the fire and learned the consequence of fearlessness.
I am with fear. I am a fool. And I persist.
At what point does one yield to circumstance? And when does one bend circumstance to one's will? At what point does one yield?
If given the choice between yielding and persisting, given the circumstance, one could grow to become a lord or a fool.
Right now, I feel myself being persistent.
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