Life is dead common; living takes talent.

When I think of the years it takes to realize – to actually realize, mind you – that time stops for no one; when I recall having longed in my youth for a future date: waiting for something to come, waiting for something to be over; when I take a look around and ask the inevitable question: “Is this where I am?” then I have to remind myself that maybe this is where I am, and try not to wonder what the future holds.


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