Aftermath

Youth is wasted on the young, they say. But you never hear the reverse, which I think is equally true: Maturity is not necessarily all that useful to an adult.

Not (cough, cough) that I claim a lot of first-hand knowledge there.

I guess I just don't really understand the point of experience, and perpective, and wisdom (such as it is), if you can't use it to benefit the people who matter most to you? Because you try to impart your knowledge, to protect them from pain and sorrow and all the myriad idiotic mistakes you've made; but when you open your mouth, nothing comes out but words.

This is not my thing to write about. Everything is okay, but I just wanted to say, as to kids? Hug 'em if you got 'em.