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Aging


What is there to do when you are twenty-two?

For quite a few,

there is a loss of interest after the age of twenty-one.

Going out to bars, speak easies, clubs and foreign pubs

has lost its fun.

Feeling old already, there  is nowhere  to hide or run.

Life hits you like a sharp shooter with a high-powered  gun.

Maybe by that time it is time to move on?

However, physical  aging is nowhere near gone.

Though look at the bright side that your  life experience  is now coming  

Along.

You should go out to see the world and realize that there are a variety  of places that you belong.

Just know that when you are out there, exposed to the open and foreign  world, there is no decision  that your can call wrong.

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