Quote by Jonathan Westover

We have a choice: to plow new ground or let the weeds grow.

We have a choice: to plow new ground or let the weeds grow.

Summary

This quote suggests that in life, we are faced with a choice - we can either explore new opportunities and forge new paths, challenging ourselves to go beyond our comfort zones (plow new ground), or we can settle for mediocrity and inaction, allowing obstacles and difficulties to accumulate (let the weeds grow). It highlights the notion that progress and growth require active decision-making and effort, urging individuals to embrace change and take proactive measures rather than succumbing to complacency.

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