Good Advice
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After two months of perpetual failure in coaxing me out of self-imposed solitude, Grandfather gives up.
Late in the evening, Grandmother comes to my room and sits on my bed, scrutinising me.
Then she pats my head like a dog’s. “You know a bit about my past. So, trust me when I tell you this: if the future you imagined for yourself falls apart, it becomes a part of your history. Just pack up all those potential tomorrows into a little box and put them away. Build yourself anew. New you, new future, new tomorrows.”
New me… It’s an idea.
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Wow, what a clever
Wow, what a clever grandmother.
Great!
Thanks!
Thanks!
Amazing. And a word of wisdom
Thanks. Hopefully, we will
Thanks. Hopefully, we will never need those words.