How often I heard that I would outgrow something. Injuries made me hate this life. How to outgrow that?
Dunno, but until someone proves otherwise, we’ve only got one life. Shame to waste it being mad over something that happened when you can put that energy into making new, better things happen instead.
I’ve got some old injuries I thought I had recovered from. Turns out they’re still there. I’m totally not a fan of this aging thing.
I know. I want to say take advantage of the things you love about this life and then I find myself in such a sour mood that I can’t love at all.