You are surprised when you hear people say: what more do you need at this age, that you are already old, you have lived your life. But where you lived it, you only experienced a few things, you want more. And anyway you don't like what you've ended up with, you'd like to have another chance, to start over, but you don't. Because you waited to grow up and be an adult and know, but somehow that never happened. Sure, you faced some challenges. You dealt with some stuff, because you had no choice. You've learned how to disguise that you're in control, that you're coping. But you're still afraid. You still feel like there's still room to grow. Not. You are not mature. It's still you, only the skin and flesh coat is starting to get a little tight. So? Come on, maybe wisdom comes with old age, you'll know a lot more then, you'll definitely be, you'll be a better person. An adult. When there, there are no adults. Or old people. We are still new, trapped in decaying bodies.
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That question have been directed to me before I seriously didn't know what to say 🤦🤦