Looking Back
HBD Mallamutt. Know yet what do you want to be when you grow up?
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When I turned twenty, looking back, I was so glad I was no longer the ignorant, gawky, annoying kid of my youth, proud I had become a righteous, reasonable man.
Looking back at forty, I cringed to realize all the terrible errors I had made as an young adult, but glad I had learned and grown so much wiser and more mature.
At sixty, I could barely stand to think of the trail of ruin, failure, and injury I had done in those middle years, the only relief from guilt and grief being that, at least now, I know better.
Not looking forward to looking back at eighty!