At some point in your life, every single person you know is bound to come out with some comment that makes you look at them incredulously and think that they might just be bat shit crazy like the rest of the world.
When you’re younger, you tend to be absolute, and once that happens, you dismiss those people and distance yourself from them.
When you get older, you come to realize that everyone isn’t going to think exactly like you, and you stop demanding so much out of everyone. You learn what differences of opinion or belief matter, and which ones you can live with, and you learn acceptance. You come to understand that this is as good as it gets, and that’s enough.
Basically, when you get older, you realize that love or friendship, or life, for that matter, doesn’t simply exist on your own terms, and you come to see how frivolous you were with the people that cared about you in your life.
If we don’t forgive each other their faults, how can we begin to forgive ourselves?
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