I walk across a beach, leaving footprints in the sand.
Looking at my tracks makes me think that I know where I’m going,
So I don’t look at them.
Ahead of me, there are no tracks,
The virgin sand makes me think that I know where I want to be.
So I don’t look ahead of me.
Beneath my feet, footprints are forming with each step that I take.
My steps become tracks behind me, and they guide my path ahead.
So I tread with care.
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