["say, can I make a bad mistake?
say what it is I want to say to you,
say what,
can I make a bad mistake?
say what it is I want to say to you,
say what..." -Panda Bear, Alsatian Darn]
on the cusp of thinking about choices ahead, where to go, what to do with my life, how to live my life, who to get close to, who to find, and then there is the liberating fear of knowing the wrong choice can be made,
like a kind of perpetual worry that things will fall into entropy that is tempered by knowing that you can grow and change with errors and that there is always somewhere to go next
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