Quite some time has gone by since the last letter I wrote to my younger self, a few years actually.

And I think we're due, because older me continues to learn to both enjoy and be humbled by life,

to experience hello's and endure goodbyes,

to win and to lose, to acquire, and to cut away.

The world is a maze of complexity to navigate.

And maybe we should start right there.

Because look, kid, there are some fundamental ideas about life that you just have wrong.

There is no door that you walk through where you suddenly go from not understanding to finally having all

the answers. Part of growing up is realizing how little human beings know about anything. And that's

okay. What you'll understand is it's not a reason to run, it's a source of courage to draw from.

Oh, but adults are wise, you might think.

No, adults are just children with mortgages.

You'll learn that, and as we all become renters, even that's changing, right?

Oh, but him over there, or her, wait, them,

they have it all figured out. No, they just walk with conviction into their individual unknowns.

That's all. Oh, but there has to be some certainty. We have to know some things for sure,

you might think. Well, certainly we do, or at least we think we do,

but you have to understand,

150 years ago,

science said bleeding someone out would cure them of their illness.

Right?

Our pursuit of truth is crucial, but it's a work in progress.

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