you’re so innocent, naive, fragile, when you’re young.
waiting for grazed knees and scarred elbows after learning to walk, run and ride a bike…learning that sometimes you fall over. sometimes and many times.
you think about toys and watch moral-of-the-story tv shows. you get cooties and you get chicken pox and you have bath time and you have nap time. you drink milk. you play: cops and robbers; with barbies; in a tree house.
then you grow up and you have this capacity to learn and soak up extraordinary amounts of knowledge.
it happens all of a sudden. you become old enough to think for yourself, make decisions, choose your fate. and that’s how it is.
no one’s keeping score. this isn’t win/lose. this is try your heart out. go, do, be, feel.