@zx3 When we were young, we flung scrap into trees haphazard and made forts for ourselves that could have crashed down in an instant. Reckless.
Now we prune and hem and haw and carefully, cautiously, *gently* apply tiny forces to groves, hoping to graft ourselves onto a branch and bear fruit again.
In time, again, we'll look at ourselves now and say 'how were we ever so bold, so reckless, so openhearted.' As we do now of who we were once.
Live, my friend. Life is too short. 💜