! l'Amour est un soleil

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به لستر گفت: یه آرزو کن تا برآورده کنم

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When I was 12, I wanted to be 16. When I was 16, I wanted to be 18 so badly, I could barely sit still. When I tued 18, 21 seemed the perfect age. As a child I questioned, over analyzed, speculated and assumed that when I got “older” I’d figure it all out and know who I was and what I wanted to be. I’d finally become like those annoying kids in my 5th grade class who confidently shouted, “I want to be a teacher!” “I want to be a lawyer!” I wanted to smack them. I never knew. I’m 57 and I’m still not sure. But I’m not expecting that the light will come on when I reach 60. Who was it that said life is a jouey, not a destination? Coy. But true. I no longer have a pressing need to be “something”. I can just BE
Glenore Weal