It's after fifty that you look back and realize that the time you have left in front of you is less than the time you've lived.
It's after fifty that you no longer have time to waste with those who have never had time for you.
It's after fifty that you rummage through your desires and try to make those dreams that you still have locked away in drawers come true.
It's after fifty that you need lightness, ballast is no longer for you
and then you eliminate everything that keeps you tied to things and people that are no longer good for you.
It's after fifty that you take care of your soul like a little flower that grows on the asphalt even though you know it will die.
It's after fifty that you start living seriously again, thinking less and acting for your own good and doing only the things that make you feel good
everything else will only be an illusory side dish...
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