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Beaten Old Shoes

by @iska

although age in and of itself does not declare experience or the depth of knowledge one has gained and in my opinion is silly for anyone to think otherwise I'm always told "your so wise for one so young." Or "oh I remember what it was like to be 19 and think you know the world." Yet what they refuse to acknowledge is that in 19 short years, I may have experienced both horrors and beauty that they have yet to dream let alone see. Who is to say that age is a boundary of the mind? That inexperience creates an age divide? Who are they to claim that we would be consumed when they have yet to wander in our beaten old shoes? Who are they to judge me of a story they have yet to hear? All becuse they refuse to lend an ear?
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F / lost in the realm of Ink.
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Written by
iska
F / lost in the realm of Ink.
Published
Feb 12, 2018
Time
2m
Tags
#age#mislead#underestimated#wisdoms#stupid#clich#excuse#adult#mature
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