If I write down a hundred things that I thought that I could do by the time that I was sixty-seven,
would that be another list of ninety-nine things that I missed, just because I had a fear of failing?
Would I have walked between two towers just like the man on wire even though he had a chance of falling?
Would I have opened up my soul and let inside that deep dark hole another human being capable of calling me back out?
And we can watch movies, and we can watch movies, where all ends well.
Go listen to her!
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