Been thinking on the state of my insanity.
When I was young, there were commercials saying that a mind is a terrible thing to waste.
As a teen rebel, I knew everything and shared my mind with anyone and everyone, after all, why waste it?. Having splintered the best pieces of my mind, those who received my wisdom deemed it worth their time to to share pieces of their mind with me, sometimes returning small shards of my wisdom.
As a few years passed, I had kids and realized that my mind was in so many pieces that I knew next to nothing.
Finally, true wisdom around age thirty, All the kings horses and all the kings men, can't put my mind back together again.
Oh, the insanity of it all.