Life's so funny, because there have been certain ages that I reach where I'm like:
Okay, I'm finally confident that this is who I am meant to be. I am complete. Where will this naivete lead me? I'm always growing, learning, unlearning, faltering, and rejuvenating; every year, month, day, and minute. I've finally come to accept this, and so I ingest every word I hear and seek all the knowledge I can cram into this inquisitive soul.
"And four years later, you're dancing around your kitchen with a pint of milk in your hand.
The windows are open wide, the neighbors are still awake, and they are watching you.
They are watching you falling in love with being alive."
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