The crowd had thinned. The sun had dipped. The organ played something old and slow. In the corner of the stadium, a vendor packed up his tray. No rush. He’d done this a hundred times.
Stoicism
There’s dignity in the rhythm of repetition. Knowing when to stay, and when to quietly step away.
Daily Takeaway
Honor the rituals you repeat—even when they go unnoti…
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