When I was fourteen I knew everything. I’d seen everything. I was right about everything. You couldn’t tell me anything.
When I was twenty-four I was wrong about everything. I screwed up everything. You couldn’t get me to believe in anything.
When I was thirty-four I figured out some things. I saw some things. Learned some things. You couldn’t convince me to change a thing.
Today I’m forty-four. I’ve seen a lot of things. Been through some shitty things. Came through big on some great things. Learned good things. Listened to some better things. Realized things, like things don’t matter. When I thought I knew everything, nothing made sense. When I surrendered to the fact that I knew nothing, my life started to mean something.
I’ve known it all. Seen it all. Loved it all. Left it all. Lost it all. Found it all. Ate it all. Created it all. And most importantly – lived through it all.