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We all have our own Gatekeeper Wildeer. He lives in the pause before you quit the job that is killing your soul. He whispers in the silence before you apologize for a decade-old mistake. He stands in the hallway before you open the door to a new love after a terrible heartbreak.
“What did you bring that you did not earn? And what did you leave behind that you were afraid to lose?”
His voice is quiet, not booming. And he always asks the same question, never varying a single syllable:
We all have our own Gatekeeper Wildeer. He lives in the pause before you quit the job that is killing your soul. He whispers in the silence before you apologize for a decade-old mistake. He stands in the hallway before you open the door to a new love after a terrible heartbreak.
“What did you bring that you did not earn? And what did you leave behind that you were afraid to lose?”
His voice is quiet, not booming. And he always asks the same question, never varying a single syllable:
