Oh darling, let the little boy on the ladder have his moment of joyful curiosity, innocence and vitality. No good telling him what's to come. Just say g'day to him and know that somewhere, he still exists inside of you, free and unbounded by the knowledge that the ladder ends, or you can fall off it and fucking hurt yourself on the way down.
I think, to be honest, that ladder was the ugly ladder and I fell down it and hit every fucken rung with my face on the way to the ground. That'll explain a lot. 😉
Yeah, I understand, as I said in the post. " life has to be experienced, mistakes made and lessons learned..."and we need to succeed and fail as we climb, or fall from, the ladder."
Oh, mine was a tree!
But you're beautiful xx
Lol, great reply! And thank you, we all are right?