When I was a younger, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. I knew I would not have enough time to do everything. Now I worry I do not have enough time to do anything. As my life takes on a new chapter, misunderstandings have faded into contentment. Love, liberty, and time: once was so disposable, are the fuels that drive me forward. And love, most especially for my coming children, and for the vast and wonderful world that gave us life, and keeps us guessing.
I will not deceive you, though I continue with my head held high I am scared. My enemies outnumber my friends and my friends do not value the same things as I. Never the less I shall see this chapter through as well as the next and the one after until my climatic ending, when the book closes to collect dust on the shelf of life's endless library...
Osj
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