Thank you so much @owasco. I love that correlation you made. It seems as we grow older we become more and more wrapped up inside a cocoon of our memories. As I was writing this I was imagining how 'full our cups' used to feel despite us having very little materially. Our cups were filled with so much optimism and hope. The fissures of insecurity were everywhere but we didn't fret over them.
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Oh I fretted over them! I fret far less these days, in my protective cocoon. I made the mistakes, and here I am, happy, healthy, loving and loved. I didn't feel that until recently. My cup is truly full.