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Headwinds of Life

They come, resistance.
Pressure shifts, moving from high to low.

Sometimes, a breeze. Other times, a tempest.
How did the pressure build?

Have you experienced the winds in a storm?
It blows you back.

If you try to fly a kite, the string may snap.
Even trees bow or crack.

So do you hide?

You can turn around and make them tailwinds.
If you are ok with moving in a different direction? For now.

Or just wait. For how long?

Either way, you will arrive.
They say, “All roads lead to Rome.”

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