Having reached the age of 51, my thoughts push aside my fatigue, and I take refuge in thirty-year old dreams, returning to the day that I reached the legal age. That day I told myself that I would travel to all of the exotic, far away places that fascinated me, with promises of all sorts of gratification.
And indeed, I have taken trips, but they have rarely been the ones I would have hoped for. Only now, as I enter the second half-century of my life, I accept that it is okay to not have gone
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