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.
Briefly: For three beautiful minutes, this walk-on was a starter for a top-10 team
Briefly: Blue and green can match, even if a stuffy art teacher didn’t think so
Briefly: Routine tech today would have been black magic 200 years ago