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 Progress not perfection

When we are young we feel invincible.
We gamble with our health and welfare.
Our bodies are strong and vigorous...Why not?
The curiosity to experience pleasure and even pain are overwhelming.
We play dangerous games, eat dangerous food, and ingest dangerous substances.

As we grow older and our folly begins to take it's toll, we slow down.
We begin to see wisdom in a schedule,early bedtimes...getting up early too.
We wear sensible shoes, and make sensible choices at a restaurant.
We save a little money for our nest egg.
We start to realize we are not immortal, at least not our flesh.

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