Practice makes perfect

Is that true? All we need to do to achieve perfection is mindless repetitions?

I’m not good at monotony. I find it dull. I feel the urge to take a different walking route every day. Even if it’s a slight change, I need it. I don’t like going back the same way I arrived.

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Mother is faking it

I never forgave my mother for many things. Some were irrational, like being young and social while she was supposed to be a mum and nothing else, some were deep and shameful, others were all too common in the Hungarian countryside of my childhood.

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