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The mystery of contentment is this: There is no tomorrow. I am me today. God loves me today. I have what I need today. There is no denying what I want. There is no point in lying. But if I don't recognize the difference between what I want and what I need, I have no chance at joy.
For my part, I wanted to encourage one of my myriad pretty friends with this truth. I know it always comes back to women with me.
But in her case, a loss of self-confidence is completely unwarranted. She's beautiful, and funny, and interesting. The only explanation for this mind-boggling turn of events is Satan. And would she knock on the door of Holy Mother Church! What is this glut of beautiful Protestant women? What's going on over there? Anyway, I did my best to offer that gift I'm best at: encouragement.
In a sense, I really hate being that guy. Women don't love encouragers, it seems. They like "bad boys" or hipster weirdos these days. Someone, please prove me wrong.
If your Taco Truck of Love took a wrong turn, it's possible to go back again. Were you too hasty? Did you fail to see the exit? [Why would anyone look for love in a taco truck?--ed.] I don't know. Just go with it. I mean, no one would look for it in a taxi-cab, either, but one late-night ride, and WHAM!, your driver is Cindy Crawford. [That'd never happen.--ed.] Perhaps not. But a hopeful heart is not a bitter heart.

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