I went out to my patio and looked at the stars. In the distance, I heard the sound of the fountain I had installed in my garden last year—a small luxury I had only allowed myself after years of doubting whether I deserved to spend that money on myself.
Now I knew the answer.
I had always deserved to treat myself with the same generosity I had shown to others. It had taken 68 years to learn that lesson, but I had finally learned it—and I would never forget it.
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