The challenge has been to coexist with myself, embracing my quirks and small eccentricities that, over time, have become the manuals to understand me. I feel the passage of years in every reflection in the mirror and stoically recall memories from bygone days, with fewer gray hairs and fewer fears, reinforcing the certainty that time moves forward relentlessly. I observe how new things lose their luster and their capacity to surprise me. In the past, each new discovery was an open window to the unknown, an invitation to explore uncharted worlds. Now, those same novelties seem like futile variations of what I already know, mere shadows of ideas I've already contemplated. It's as if the universe has become stuck in a constant repetition, where genuine innovation is subdued by deterministic habit.
Over time, I have learned to navigate life and its rhythm (which is an art in itself). It has taught me to value stillness over noise and, although the ephemeral sometimes seduces me, I spend more time thinking than acting. In that space of introspection, the answers I long for emerge naturally, hidden behind the veil of everyday clamor, and I have learned to appreciate what unfolds within my own realm, within the domain that resides in me.
I have learned not to depend on anyone to feel complete; paradoxically, I hate being alone. Still, my path seems to remain steady. Now I am motivated by small victories, like a deeper understanding of what truly matters to me. The lines on my face are silent testimonies of my experiences, each one narrating a story that fleeting novelties could never replace. I would like to think that I have accumulated wisdom, but I judge myself harshly and still feel so ignorant.
I have become dangerously comfortable with the company of my own thoughts, free from the interference of others' voices, and in my solitude, I find a freedom that I rarely experience when I step out. Now I accept aging not as a loss, but as a transformation, as a symbol. I am not worried about the passage of time, but about the richness it brings. And although on this journey I can simply be myself, without adornments or pretensions, a fear overwhelms me knowing that my days would be better if I had someone to share them with.
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