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“Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live
it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure.” - Thoreau
emotionally complicated. You evaluate yourself now compared to then. You remember
your past goals, your innocence, your logic, your flat simplicity. In many ways, I was
wiser when I was young. Everything feels cluttered now, complex, morally questionable,
Youth and clarity. I felt clarity and peace when I was younger. When you’re young, you
cling to the principles you were given, what else do you have to help, experience?
Opinions? I think not. Nowadays it seems like constant uncertainty about the nature of
the world, of truth, myself, and how to navigate. Now my false experience and disregard
for fundamentals and principles is deadly. I can no longer hope for the future to
enlighten me as I could when I was little. Unlike before, there is no hope for a magically
more developed brain with a decision-making arsenal reeking with experience and
cunning. I’m supposed to be there but I don’t feel like it. In many ways, I was there and
my false knowledge and experience has led me away. The youthful short-sightedness
and solid-to-the-core principles that helped me survive I replaced with my own flawed
gave up discipline and steadfastness, and partook in the vice that defines the world.
In youth, there was always a cushioning of years to protect me from responsibility, fear
of the unknown, caring about useless things, and any shortcomings. Now I’m in the
thick of it. I used to have freedom and time. Now there is no space for error, no re-do’s,
this is it. Major decisions all the time, constantly, even when I don’t even realize it, it
he little breaks you take, pushing things off until later, just
always adds up. Always. T
half an hour more sleep. You never get any of it back. Everything follows you all the
time, the weight of past decisions and future battles are incessant in their burden and
ruthlessness. The little social stresses that society always brings up are an afterthought.
I’ve held up so far, but the simple fact is I will soon fail if I continue my ways. I have to
change, die even. To constantly study the great specialists of life that I’ve known or
heard of until I am physically the average of their qualities and no longer myself. This
seemingly morbid idea of killing your personality is already true. “Your” personality is
just a set of qualities taken from other people who took them from others and so on. If
When I was young, there was no me. I was the average of the adults I knew, and in that
life, that was good enough, good for my standards now. Now I must shed myself until