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I love it for all its rickety sway and uncertainty. Growing up is parting with the pat on the back. Its finding the infinite ways in which to be and discovering that justification and encouragement are variables just like any other. Its being strong in a tornado of opportunity-the strength is in the continued searching and the decision of whether to build in the tornado-which like any other decision is both good and bad. One of the greatest curses upon us is the conception that children must be taught about the world in absolute certainties, as if they do not have the capacity to understand. This curse becomes us as we enter into our adulthood. I've struggled with it my whole life, knowing from the beginning that I knew that I could know more, that absolutes would be the ruin of me. I left it a long time ago once I discovered that people could be wrong about me, about my family, about everything that I knew was true. In the end, it didnt matter what they thought or what I thought. Truth didnt exist for either.