If these walls could talk, they would remind you of the things that you sometimes forget.

Yeah, those elusive things you tend to walk right by.

It's not that you've chosen to ignore them, it's that, well, people are complex.

And we have a tendency to skip over some important things as we remain fixated on our problems,

our perceived inadequacies,

that finicky negativity bias.

The one that states,

if you went to a restaurant 100 times,

had 99 incredible experiences,

but something went wrong on the 100th,

well, that restaurant would forever be known to you

is the place where things go wrong.

We are wired not to see the good, but to identify

and avoid the bad. And if these walls could talk, they would unveil to you the brilliance

that exists slightly out of Frank.

They would suggest you look over your shoulder and take a peek at how far you've come

because my friend, you've come a long, long way.

It's funny how slow progress moves. It's funny how slow progress moves.

It's interesting how our lowest moments force us outside of ourselves.

Push us to step into those shoes we didn't know we're sitting in the closet, unworn, waiting for the day we'd take on that new role,

waiting on you to see that who you were yesterday is not correlated to who you can be today.

And if these walls could talk, they'd fill you in on a very important statistic.

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