"Growing up is hard.
"For us late bloomers, it takes most of our twenties for grief over hubris and callowness ti burn most of the rage out of us, to make us painfully aware of how careful we must be. We go from feeling that no-one pays attention or listens to us, to realizing he tremendous, sometimes terrifying impact that our words, actions, and, yes, our prayers have on others. The beginning, gnawing knowledge of just who we are - the price of our forgiveness - ceases being a source of rebellion and becomes a welcome, burning fire, a fire that sears and purifies, and yet does not consume."
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