On becoming
adulthood is weird because there’s simultaneously so much grief and so much joy
> I think real comfort comes one day when you’re 85, and you realize that through your insecurities and difficulty to trust others, and the jealousy and the anger and the hurt, you still managed to act mostly as the person you were trying to become, in small choices that compounded.
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