There is just this giant wall (it’s grey) everywhere I look. I can’t climb over it, I can’t walk around it, I can’t crawl under it, and certainly cannot smash through it. So I just bare it. Everyday. I will make a stack with boxes. one. two. three. as high as I can make it till it crashes, then start over maybe arranging them differently, so I can get to the top. To get a peak of whats on the other side. Somedays I really care whats on the other side. When I’m 40 they say I won’t care.
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