A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke

[Monday 3rd December 2018]

 

Not a great day.  Foolish action results in avoidable disappointment. Well, strictly some degree of disappointment was inevitable. Depth of disappointment was self-inflicted. Exuberance overrides sense and looking before leaping. Details are irrelevant, resulting impact is what counts.

[Quote is from 'The Letters of Vincent van Gogh' by ... self-evident]

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