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the naïveté of youth and its hopeful ambition.

the heart is sincere, but the mind is fearful and limited and narrow, confident only in the potential for the best and the successful avoidance of the worst.

we make promises with dimly lit understanding, as it can only ever be.

sometimes i see a glimpse of that equally hopeful and equally fearful naïveté in others, and in couples, and i want to tell them that

all of life’s treasures

are buried under


that confidence in

our capacity to overcome trials

is far greater

than a paralyzing

fear of suffering.

i hint. i don’t say all that i want to say

because we learn

not from words

but from time.

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