It's interesting how my thinking has changed as I've gotten older.
I used to worry that I didn't know what people were talking about. Now I know I don't know what they're talking about and that it won't matter to me later. Yet I'm still interested.
I hear people younger than me talk with hope and try not to burst their bubble with the experience I've had. My mother handles this well and I'm still trying to learn it from her before she passes away.
People that are full of themselves used to bother me. Now I accept them, laugh, and wish them luck.
