Older ain't necessarily wiser.
I assign finding an old diary and realising that you are living Groundhog Day on a grand timescale, that you aren't learning from experience and are making just about the same mistakes without the excuse of the foolishness of youth. In fact you are getting sillier and less perceptive.
Absolutely shattering. Needless to say the diary and any other I find shall be consigned to flames so I may look back with the inaccurate tint of nostalgia.
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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