There was a time when I knew nothing. Literally. I thought everybody was a friend, I could share things (about everything under the sun) freely with people and not overthink about it thereafter. I consider this the childhood phase. Something that lasted far more than it should for all the wrong reasons and didn’t last long enough (if at all) for the right reasons.
There’s not been a single day I’ve not wished I could somehow go back to that and enjoy all the right things without the baggage of the wrong ones. But, alas, some wishes (maybe most wishes?) aren’t meant to come true. Maybe this tops that list. 🥲
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