thrown

expectations, the size of footballs, are thrown at us each day;
catching them is what we want,
but our try,
the reason why we do what we do,
must count for more;
as within our means we explore all scenes below all shadows that come our way,
and then hope to catch all that is passed,
but if not,
to at least to be forgiven for trying.

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