A collection of recent selfies.
Towards the end of each decade of age, my dear parents remind me, especially my mother, that I will soon complete a decade.
what is soon?
Several years before I turned forty, my mother reminded me that I should get ready soon, I'm forty years old... It was about four and a half years before I turned forty.
Five and a half years before I turned fifty, my dear parents joked that I would soon turn fifty.
You exaggerate, I replied, I have a few more years.
In the last year, when I'm approaching sixty, in about a year and a half...I noticed that my parents don't remind me of this fact, but I remind and remember to myself, or remind them of this fact.
The years fly by... and as we get older, so much faster.
In my last selfies, a woman approaching sixty, who originally had a strong belief in herself and her abilities. This belief was instilled in her when she was young. A belief that has not been forgotten over the years, although it has changed.
This belief fades in the face of heavy collective espionage... which significantly burdens life... and adds to the pains of life, which obscure this belief.
I remember this belief as part of the secret of my magic.
When basic and natural optimism fades and is replaced by systematic pessimism, of some of those around me.
Even if I don't want to replace my optimism with pessimism, reality shows otherwise.
That faith in personal choice in privacy has been lost.
In such conditions, the expectations are small to almost nothing.
Somewhere faith exists in different percentages, and I must remember it, for the purpose of strengthening my further path.
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