Sometimes I get so obsessed with accomplishing things I need someone to tell me to stop. Once, I would rather have died than admit I needed anyone else; solitude was enough for an independent spirit. But then, seeing the debts, little and large, I owe to people who have kept my inner fire from getting out of control and destroying myself, changed that pride. It isn't so much that I am dependent on other people as that I've come to acknowledge weaknesses that can be supplemented by others' strength. And what rare, surprising strength it is. Thank you.
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