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Mar 31, 2012 10:37

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Everyday I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
(...)
Anyone who beleives that a second is faster than a decade did not live my life.

Jonathan Safran Foer @ Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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