Truth: Everything about life and all we wish and dream of, all we have nightmares about can be measured by how well we can get used to it. The smell of a slaughterhouse, for example. Writing a book. Singing and playing a banjo in front of a group of strangers (or worse, people you know too well). Working at a meaningless job. Being poor, being rich. Being happy. Lecturing 30 professors on art and literature. Frying hamburgers. Climbing a mountain. You start with a step, and on the second day, there's a second step.Since I'm being so inspirational, here's a song that I love a lot. (The littlest bear has gone off to college.)
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