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is this the hill I want to die on?” there are certain questions I ask myself filters, lines in the mental sands, rubicons, so denominated by me. which loosely translated means is this battle worthy of dying, fighting over? the question comes so frequently I wonder what’s wrong with me.   always instigated by a human being and every one quick to the draw I ask the question twice - most times once to them. then to myself by now my children know, to ask themselves first, so once is enough
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
is this the hill I want to die on?
is this the hill I want to die on?” there are certain questions I ask myself filters, lines in the mental sands, rubicons, so denominated by me. which loosely translated means is this battle worthy of dying, fighting over? the question comes so frequently I wonder what’s wrong with me.   always instigated by a human being and every one quick to the draw I ask the question twice - most times once to them. then to myself by now my children know, to ask themselves first, so once is enough
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Aug 25, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
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