mvsimmons
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- Youngstown Oh
This might seem like another anecdote about growing old, but I like to think it's about coming into myself as my role and relevance dissolves into nothing.
I had my invincible period, a time when it didn't matter if the wind was at my back, our I was marching against hurricane gusts, I had no doubt I'd prevail. Back then, everyone either accepted me as I was or else to hell with them. But whether you believe there's a magician at the helm, everything that happens is left to chance or anything else in between, with each passing moment a little piece of us goes away.
I had my invincible period, a time when it didn't matter if the wind was at my back, our I was marching against hurricane gusts, I had no doubt I'd prevail. Back then, everyone either accepted me as I was or else to hell with them. But whether you believe there's a magician at the helm, everything that happens is left to chance or anything else in between, with each passing moment a little piece of us goes away.