Nowadays, I like to reflect and consider what I can learn from every encounter that surprises me (besides having a story to tell later). I usually journal these events and try to come up with a lesson that I would share near a campfire overlooking the translucent lake with stars dancing near my reflection. Sometimes, I am lucky; that lesson can be articulated in a few words. Here is a random selection of lessons in no particular order or extra context.
13 lessons I take with me
They can't all be that bad or unlucky.
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