Perhaps
...is an odd revelation.
Perhaps there is justice in growing old, in not being able to read the fine print, and in living so long we can remember when the same something happened before. Perhaps there is meaning in having grown to full size, and to seeing this world as both a child and as an adult. Perhaps there is possibility in having to let go of loved ones and cherished things, and no longer being certain when faced with big questions. And perhaps there is beauty in starting something new, with the possibility it will never be finished, or may be given to someone else.
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