I don't know what I was that thinking. Looking back, it should have been plainly obvious what kind of person he was. One who was past the age of school but still hung out there with younger, school-aged kids.
This is literally the first time I've thought of this. What the hell. It's not that anything is technically "wrong" with that, to each his own, but his philosophies of "moving on" and "letting go" should have sort of been apparent.
If I've learned anything from driving in traffic, it is that what matters is not where you are, but the rate at which you are moving. Basically, its not how far you've gone, but how fast you're going.
Moving is life, growing is life, changing is life.
On a side note, I actually just woke up from a dream where I was arguing with my mom about the "C" which represents change, on my tattoo. She seemed to think I would regret it. Huh.. Something to think about?
And also I was making some chicken salad. Which ended up being a pizza (idk how that happened..)
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