If feelings were easily swayed, I’d asked to be a pendulum that tells time. But since I’m not, I’d rather be a compass that tells direction. And the direction that I’ve taken all my life has had mixed reviews. I have made many wrong impressions. I have made many right choices. But a compass is never constant. There are times that North will point to the south pole.
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Writings and Travels of Lina Em