With time.

The time passes whilst I change my moods and certainties, and the world around me. Easy girls are now easy ladies and the new easy girls are not easy anymore. But still vulgar. Old fools are still in mirth by their own lies, the ones they believe and that one they don’t. Homophobics still dream of rape, rich people being exploited whilst they exploit other people, travelers are still naive, and the police still don’t care. But with time comes the notion that the purging only happens after the binging, that the error is a lesson and the cause was the effect. With age you sit back and perceive how silly you were and carefully plan how wise you will be — yet, you keep on being daft. You keep on making mistakes. And thank heavens, you keep on falling in love.