Thoughts on turning 1/4 of a hundo years old:
Maturity is something that is decieving; we often confuse becomming more mature with never repeating the same mistakes again. I don't think all repeated mistakes are failures... some lessons need practice to learn.
I am no longer sure that I will be able to get everywhere in life navigating only by the helm of intuition.
I also recognize that decision making will NEVER be easy until the day I die.
If love were like one side of a coin, I do not think its opposite side would be hate: I think it would be apathy.
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