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After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn't mean learning and company doesn't mean security. And you learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defects with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you even learn that sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.