@marabara
One day, a windmill grew tired of the wind.
Why must I always face this?
Day after day, it turned — and resented every turn.
Then one day, a thought arrived quietly:
If the wind will blow regardless… why not let it carry me?
The wind didn't change.
Not even a little.
And yet — it no longer felt like a burden.
That day, the windmill understood:
It was never the wind that had worn it down.
It was the resistance.
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