Yesterday as I was standing alone at the bus stop and the wind was so strong that the grey clouds moved with them, I closed my eyes and wished that I was somewhere else when I opened them. Of course I was still exactly where I was when the wind stopped blowing. Really naive if you ask me. I'm not 20 anymore. I can't keep running away everytime a painful problem presents itself.
Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.— Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
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