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Kindness.
Discipline.
Balance.
Proactivity.
Humility.
Communication.

Where do we start?

A breath of air on my face and I know it is night time.
The crickets sing incessently, and their song saddens me.
I wonder how long they will sing the same song.
The table is strewn with the leftovers from Shabbos dinner,
It groans quietly but there is no one to hear.
Save I.
I scan through the book in my hand and a tremor of warmth breezes past me.
I gaze hungrily at the letters, as though they were beloved friends.
They look at me from the past, when the world was a beautiful place.
I can hear them begging me to realize that they are not relics.
They tug at my sleeves, at my skirt, my hair.
But my heart remains cold.
I am afraid to betray the reality i know; afraid to enter this world of old men.
I am afraid to find that I am not who I think I am.
I am even more afraid to close the book.
The words engulf me and I allow myself to melt in their embrace.
The wind knocks on the door, rousing me from my peace.
Reality won't allow me to forget it, but niether will reality.
The Rebbe teaches that there is no need to choose between the two, only to fuse them.
And of that, I am most afraid.