Passionless summer days remind me that we do not actually know what we need. Sometimes, we need to be our own parents, and force feed ourselves what we know to be good but we do not want to consume.
"Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things"
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