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Saturday, May 29, 2010
There is a sense in which I do not deserve sleep. Memories trouble me. Embarrassment in front of invisible strangers is what upsets me the most. Why haven't I grown up? What is wrong with me?
I've stopped ageing after 20, by choice. I don't see any value in it. Age isn't a measure of time for me but of wisdom. In that regard, I hold a lot of respect for people much younger than me, in time, but who know and do so much more than me. I respect them and I yearn to learn from them.
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