The older I get, the less I know.

Things I was sure of become clouded in doubt; things that seemed black and white reveal shades of gray; lessons I thought I'd learned pop up in new places, begging to be learned once more.

Books are my savior.

Experts who've spent years immersed in a particular subject, writers who see life through a lens I don't possess, memoirists willing to bare their souls so the rest of us glean wisdom, they are my teachers.

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