I wandered into my self a little while ago and ambled over to the curio cabinet that holds bottles filled with stuffs like extra time, the dreams I don't remember, and, as I discovered, things that I've learned. Not school-ish lessons, those go into a neat filing cabinet or are piled in the desk in a heap to be sorted at a later time. No, these lessons are the life-ish sort, the ones we learn without noticing right away. I took them down one by one, opening each and reading the lessons in turn. Amoung them were:
~Pain is not made meaningless or paltry by laughing at it. At times that is exactly what is needed.
~True love takes many shapes and forms and they are easy to confuse.
~ There are still things I want to do for their own sake, like write and learn to play classical guitar and wander the country alone and perhaps learn to skateboard...
~It is not hypocrisy to pass on advice you are not always able or willing to follow yourself.

I pondered them, holding the scraps of paper in my hand. I will not soon forget.