I was. Then life happened. I learned, bit by bit. Sometimes gently, actually never gently. I didn’t learn anything gently because of those damn rose-colored glasses. Now I do. Took those shits off, threw them on the ground and pressed on them slowly, yet assuredly, with my heel. Enjoying the sound of every crack, every splinter being made. Kinda hoping some jerk would step on it and catch a karma splinter they could never get out.
Amor fati.