If I had a philosophy, it might in all probability be that every life is a narrative—and that no matter occurs to us participates in making it deeper, extra attention-grabbing, and, hopefully, pleasant.
This is why, to me, 12 months just isn’t measured by how picture-perfect it was. It’s extra like a journey (eye-roll to the phrase journey, however nonetheless). There will probably be nice moments. There will probably be tough, soul-shattering ones. But so long as, on the vacation spot, there awaits a wiser, stronger, happier me—if I’ve discovered, liked, stumbled, and laughed—then I’ll assume I’ve lived.
Sorry to sound like a John Legend tune—however, to me, these are the indicators.
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You peed your pants at the least as soon as.