"Embrace the glorious
mess that you are."
~Charmego
One of the gifts of aging
is self-acceptance.
Methinks we spend the
majority of our lives in
trying to figure out who
we are and never being
quite satisfied.
Only in our latter years
do we come to a point
where we let it be. We
learn to let it all hang
out, as it were.
I'm only about a hundred
years old and I'm still
searching. Alas, I probably
only have about a decade
left and I feel I must find
some answers before I go.
-Do I ask the right questions?
-Where do I find the answers?
-Is this all there is?
-Will I ever learn?
Perhaps life is simply a
conundrum?!
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