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The young man looked down, thinking deeply. “So… I am causing my own suffering?” “Not intentionally,” the monk said. “But every time you replay the past, every time you resist what has already happened, every time you say ‘this shouldn’t be happening’… you tighten your grip.” The wind grew stronger, rustling the leaves above them.