I will never be as perfect as the day I left the womb. Time has bent both my mind and body and it is far from finished with me. Recently, it struck me with a profound realization: had I never made a mistake in life, the passage of time would inevitably have rendered me imperfect, notwithstanding my efforts.
What we are left with at the end of life when o…
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