My grandma always said, "Life is like a good stew." I sat at her kitchen table, watching her chop carrots. "You need the right ingredients and the patience to let it simmer."
She tossed them into the pot. "Some things, like these carrots, take longer to cook. That's like building a career. It needs time."
She added herbs. "A pinch of this, a dash of that. It's like friendships. Nurture them, and they add flavor to life."
The stew bubbled. "See? It all comes together. But you can't rush it. Just like life, you have to enjoy the process."
I took a bite. It was perfect. "Grandma, what's the secret ingredient?" She smiled. "Love, dear. Always add love.
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