It’s a bit ridiculous how we trap ourselves in our own hideously constructed circles and then sob about how terrible our lives are. Add age (and fear of the unknown) to that equation and you have yourself an ideal situation to wallow in things you’ll do nothing to fix.
Not me. Not this time.
I suppose the first step is to start brushing the dust and rubble off, seriously this time. Then here's to risking it to see if there’s more to life. Because there has to be. There always has been.
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