As I move through time, things change. 

I change, the world changes, the way the world sees me changes. 

    I age, I fail, I succeed, I am lost. I have a moment of calm. The inkling of who I will be depresses me, makes me hopeful, scares me, and embarrasses me.

 And here I stand at this crossroads, always embarrassed, wistful,  longing, looking back, looking forward.

charlie kaufman

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