Since then, I’ve learned about more than just clothing.

I’ve learned that a handful of words can be worth more than any picture.

That brevity may be the soul of wit, but eloquence can paint shades of thoughts better than any brushstroke.

And, more importantly, when to use which.

I’ve learned the differences between lifestyle diseases and genetic diseases, physical ailments and mental ones, idiopathic and overdetermined.

I’ve seen how meaningless those distinctions can sometimes feel.

I’ve discovered how little I know, and how much more I’d like to.

And I’ve realized that if I’m ever to learn, I must first embrace being a fool.