I like where I am.

Zero desires to be someone else.

Comfortable with what I’ve become.

I have far from all the answers.

I watch the struggles of the young, and I remember.

I remember the despair and confusion.

I want to tell them that it will be all right.

That this to shall pass.

However, really, I don’t know.

I like that I grew up when I did… before everyone knew everything.

I like that I don’t know…