The more mature I’ve gotten, the less inclined I am to believe that I know how to tell others how to live. As I’ve understood myself more, I’ve realized that all I can do is share what little wisdom I’ve come to feel through my own experiences. And as I do that, I realize that some things I experience are broadly true as objective reality (which I can’t prove) and that other things are far more murky and individual to every person. The irony is that as I understand things which are more universal in the human soul than I’ve understood in the past, I’m more aware than ever of how very much I still don’t understand.
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