I may live my whole life and still see my past selves as naive. I may think myself a perpetual fool because of this, and it may slow my pace a bit. Certainly, it has happened before. Even still, i will not get caught in the mud. I will go on being a happy, knowing, excited fool. It is a specific and wonderful feeling to get comfortable in one place knowing full well im essentially only here on holiday. This time, these people, these places, and my words will someday fade. Regret seems a waste, then, if it's all the same either way. Such a happy consequence that it frees up so much time for me to live.
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