seventeen year old asked if i was concerning with old age based on what this blog seemed to revolve around or project in its undercurrents. the answer was not at all, true because i hardly live days looking ahead whether anticipating or fearing what is to come. while this position avoids dread, i suspect it sacrifices hope. if anything i'd confess to being preoccupied with things past than things future, and further admit to that being both a failing and an indulgence. and i'd like to believe that living in the present is a harmonious equilibrium i've managed to attain.
now is a good place to be.
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