I wonder if life is full of dichotomies to keep us balanced between pride and self-loathing?
The older I get, the wiser I feel; yet, strangely the less I know.
With each passing year, I cleverly think I’ve mastered a piece of life, only to realize I may be queen of my fish tank, but there is an ocean out there.
And I find myself wanting to dive in.
Creator of Love, Auntie.