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Where to plant the flowers?


This is so important and it's so complicated.
On the one hand, you don't want to be a closed-hearted person. You want to be the type of person who is sowing seeds and planting flowers, because that is a beautiful contribution that will change the world for the better.
On the other hand, how many times can you watch wilting, dying flowers before getting discouraged and never wanting to plant them again?
So really, the trick is learning where to plant the flowers. Where is the soil fertile? Where will the flowers get enough sunshine? Where will they have someone to carefully tend to them?
And possibly the biggest challenge of all is finding a tribe of people who will go out there and plant flowers with you. These will be those who will comfort you, encourage you, and help you - who will work side by side with you and tend to your flowers as you tend to theirs.

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