The older I get the harder it is to exchange the lens I peer through. I find it harder to become objective. i have more experiences to justify my ways. I want to be a child. I want to look at the world with wonder, with fresh eyes. My heart. Not my head. I feel that the head is too easily discouraged. It runs out of fuel at the end of the day. The heart creates it with imagination.

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