 On being critical
A man walks into a small town looking for trouble. Good Lord, there's all kinds of it. Everywhere he looked. Shootings, robbing, gambling, all around him. But he found what he was looking for.
Another man walked into the same town looking for a friend, some people to give him directions, and a woman he could possibly love who would love him back.
He found these things with no trouble at all. But then, that's all he was looking for.
We always seem to find only the things we are looking for. Try the bright side.
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