
Prague is beautiful but cold, and I walk on gloomy streets haunted by ghosts of my bad decisions.
then the voice in my head said
WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE
OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS
REVOLT AGAINST IT
WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE
— from "Guilty of Dust" by Frank Bidart
Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles, and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving until the right action arises by itself?
- Lao-tzu