It's a funny thing, the older I get, the less I get it. I remember when I was younger, I had everything figured out. What a great feeling. But years have passed. I have grown up. I have more responsibilities. I have less of a clue. The more I learn about the world, the more a sick from my stomach swells within me. Meanwhile, I try to show the beauty of life to my daughters. The result of this dichotomy is me simply fumbling through the world, wanting to do good, to be good when the core of my being simply does not want to rock the boat, no matter the scenario. Maybe at the end of it all, everything will be clear.
2 comments:
Ditto.
you are giving them the greatest gift by being adventurous enough to raise them in costa rica. They are lucky in every way! And they will thank you when they are older.
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