For years I walked along a stream collecting pebbles. I never could fill my hands with them. One by one they rolled off and bounced back into the water. I looked around and in the distance, I see a mountain. I cast the pebbles away and start to scale the rock beast. my hands start to bleed, and my arms become weak. I push on and forget about the pain. I realize that my hands were not made to collect pebbles, but to climb mountains.
Hmm not that great but what ever lol
"I put the fires out."
"you made them worse."