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  • "It's not hard for me to juggle between so many balls" I said as I stood up and delivered a quick performance to convince him. He watched patiently. Over the years, he had watched many a young men and women perform in front of him. Some for praise, some for money. I wondered how many of them were jugglers. I wondered how many of them juggled as good as me.

    "I know," he said as he used his fingers to comb back his thin, grey hair from his forehead. "But it's hard for me to tell how much you care about each ball when there are so many" he smiled.

    We talked for many minutes after that. I tried to share my enthusiasm. He tried to share his wisdom. Both of us succeeded... him more than me.

    "How much do I care about each ball?" I asked myself later that day. It bothered me to have to try to find an answer to that question. It still bothers me.
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