I remember in my early 20s thinking I was destined for big shit in my life.  I was going to write 2 bestselling books before 30, become an award winning photographer, start a company that changed/saved lives etc...   Mid 30s now and at this point I only hope that when the end of this life comes I can move on with the knowledge that I never hurt anyone so much that they couldn't forgive me.

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