"There was once a museum full of natural and wonderful and beautiful things. Things of science and things of art and things discovered and places for things not yet discovered.
Children often visited it.
One of those children was called Trill.
You could always tell when Trill was there because he was the only person in the city who wore red wool socks and hiking boots. Even in the summer.
He was determined to be an explorer someday.
Currently he was only a discoverer of smallish things, but he was very good at it. And he loved it.
It is very important to do things that you are good at, but it is more important to do things that you love. If you find something that is both, you should probably spend all of your minutes doing it. Forever. Or until you don't love it anymore."
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