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I've got someone who will count pomegrante seeds with me, and someone who will turn the stage lights on for me. I've got someone to trade vespers with and another to share spices with. I've got people who watch how my dice fall. I've got someone who will always ask me to dance. I've got someone who wants to take my picture.

I know mathemancers and dream-pushers, wordsmiths and book-eaters, jesters and spinners and dancers-in-the-air.

So why do I let someone I've never met make me feel inferior?

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Because it is in our nature to count the bad and not the good. Apollo himself looks at his golden halo of light and wonders if, really, he couldn't shine a little brighter.

You are, by all of my definitions, superior.

Thank you, although I’m uncomfortable with a label of ‘superior’. And you are quite right that we tend to mark our journeys with the obstacles as the markers.

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