“Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.”
Perhaps true in a sense.
Perhaps a metaphor is in order: thrills come in waves.
I don’t think that really holds, either.
I’m approaching forty-seven. (And the only “shock” of that is the realization that it is, indeed, more than half over…) And while my excellent eyesight is going, and
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