But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

Approaching the age of 70, I should be said to be weather-beaten and insightful about the mundane affairs yet I'm still alternately sober and muddled.

A more tangible form of confidence, not like the one I saw in high school.

You should drop so many vague dreams.

Somewhere in my teenage years, I had picked up this simple concept: that perhaps, if I viewed myself as a lucky person, good things would happen to me.