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Doubt
Insecurity does not disappear with age.
If you were meant to be something do something
you would have done it. You would have known.
There would have been no room for doubt.
So your life is whether you understand or not
is what you chose. No one to blame for the
lack of pages filled, of blank canvasses
of images untaken, performances not acted, love unmade meals unprepared gardens not planted.
What you have done, actually done is what you are, what you were. The obituary will tell you what your life was. No arguing with facts. What is is.





