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“Older but wiser” is one of the things they say.
Along with “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
I say, bullshit.
What didn’t kill me made me weaker, damaged, sad.
And now that I am old, I am nothing but confused.
Where did my life go, to end up where I am now?
Where was wisdom when I needed it? Those critical
decisions that I made confidently, without thinking through
the consequences, ignoring, even, the counsel of friends.

But there’s no use crying over spilled milk. I made my bed
and now I must lie, alone, in it.