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Before me, the blank wall mimics my character.

Somewhere deep, I realize I have outgrown myself and now must become someone else.

I see wisdom from those younger than myself, and find their worldliness awe inducing.

I wonder, 'Was I like this?'

No.

I was false and smiling, eager to please in ways I hadn't learnt.

Playing the games those around me played, and I hadn't learned the rules.



I still don't.



And yet, I sigh and lean back,

content to see my children grow and learn,

knowing they will make the same mistakes.

I willingly throw my lambs to the wolves,

and I never bat an eyelash.



Because I am beyond shock and awe now.

I have the emotional spectrum of a plaster wall.