For it was good that I was foolish before now, for my foolishness though a heavy burden has taught me my life’s lesson. That I ate the forbidden fruit in a hurry and piped so hard, that I took what wasn’t mine and lost it and worked till my hands got sore. That I wore a skimpy skirt and was blared at like a dog and learned that I represent myself, that I made my own mistakes and fell in love only to be hurt, that I heard the words that nothing was good from me and learned that I was good enough, that I saw the pain of war and learned to pray for casualties, that I got scared to lose and lost but never lost, that I could read a book from a piece of paper and could feel what another could feel a thousand miles away whilst on my sit. That I made a voyage beyond my land and saw the way that others lived, that I saw a mother in pain and saw her in joy for the same reason, that I had many around me but felt so empty and learned to love me alone, that I cried a lot and wiped my own tears, that I knew love was beyond words and found myself loving myself better, that I learned to love another just as they are, hoping they would love me the same, that I wondered away from my maker only to return for some polishing. That I restrained from food to fill myself beyond cooked meals, that I prayed and got a peace beyond a human heart. It was good that I was foolish before now, before now when I had many days and many years ahead, before I found a thing that is permanent, before my final scene is acted, before a third score year in my life when another part of me would never see life as I did before, when my foolish ways must be wise steps, when my words must be authentic enough to affect another.