The less solid and certain everything becomes. I used to believe in extremes, in concrete black and white, good and evil, right and wrong and I was unwilling to ever bend. No breaks, no exceptions, not even for myself. I even held people (my self included) accountable for things they felt and thought.
Now I understand that all that shit just depends on where you happen to be standing at any given moment. And that everybody bends...or they will shatter. So tell me, Clowns. Is that the beginning of wisdom, or is it loss of conviction?
The older I get the less patience I have for Bull crap, I've discovered as I age that I no longer bite my tongue. If I think it, I'm saying it and well... I'm not a very nice person for the most part.