I think I'm kind of lucky because I don't remember the person I used to be. I lost her, but do not quite think ofher as dead, I'm not sure. Maybe she never existed properly and this whoever-I-am is the Real Me, saggy warts and all.
I don't think in the end we should allow Them to take away all our naivete, depending on how one decribes this element to be. If it's a certain trust, and freshness of viewing the world then we'd be in some shell, bitter and harder than we should be in order to be able to absorb the softer, finer things life still has-that is life, really. It's a tough balance, but They cannot be allowed to have that part of us in the end, I don't think. Losing that- well, we lose an awful lot.
I don't think in the end we should allow Them to take away all our naivete, depending on how one decribes this element to be. If it's a certain trust, and freshness of viewing the world then we'd be in some shell, bitter and harder than we should be in order to be able to absorb the softer, finer things life still has-that is life, really. It's a tough balance, but They cannot be allowed to have that part of us in the end, I don't think. Losing that- well, we lose an awful lot.