The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Blow Your Own Nose!

"We cry to God Almighty, 'how can we escape this agony?' Fool, don’t you have hands? Or could it be God forgot to give you a pair? Sit and pray your nose doesn’t run! Or, rather just wipe your nose and stop seeking a scapegoat." (Epictetus, Discourses, 2.16.13)

In other words, stop complaining and take responsibility. 

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