One time, when I was a kid, my parents took me and my brother to the beach. We did the usual beach stuff. I built a sand castle. It wasn’t a very good one, but then I didn’t really know what I was doing. However, I did it anyway.
Later, I stepped on it while trying to catch a frisbee. I felt a little bad about that, but not too bad. After all, it would never have existed if I hadn’t built it in the first place. If anything, it should have been happy that it got to be a sand castle at all, even if it was only for a little while. I mean, I made it–why should I feel bad about messing it all up?
I never did catch that frisbee, though. I was a little kid. I had terrible hand/eye coordination.
What is the point of this little story? Um, there isn’t one.
Enjoy the rest of your day.
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