A moment of life

My hands look older than they did yesterday. These hands, how they have lived and loved through so much already. How can I not gaze upon them fondly? All it takes is a cup of tea, all that it brings, and I remember.

Like cracks and crevices, there are some things that we wish we could just erase and remove, start over, and start fresh. Yet, the path to wisdom is one full of mistakes, cracks and crevices, pitfalls and even regret. Such a paradox, we expand as we shrivel, we grow as we shrink. Well, at least, that is what I hope for.

xoxo

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