note to world #2225

Today she walked around feeling she has so far lived a life deferred.

Not even interrupted, like the title of that movie or book or painting, depending on your artistic bent – just a bunch of delayed gratification – and for long stretches of time, minus even the gratification part.

When would she give herself permission to be really alive ?

 

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