“You have your whole life ahead of you.”
I was seventeen and in the throes of a toxic relationship with my mother. An English teacher of mine gave me that bit of advice in a long stream of advice that I have otherwise forgotten.
I’m 54 now, but it suddenly occurs to me that the advice is still good: I still have my whole life ahead of me. In retrospect, I don’t think she would have appreciated the Zen of it.
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