(其实)我不挑剔-

(只是)所有美丽的东西/人/地方/事物，

我都喜欢/欣赏/爱。

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in my free time sometimes I like to look at people's old photos, or read their old blog posts-

it's the same person, only, it was them before you knew them;

but they're who they are, the same.

it's just him/her, before you met.

other moments, other times, other smiles, other glances, with other people-

it's like a __(insert name of person) you never knew-

in that way, reading old posts or looking at old photos is like getting to know a new part of them,

and that makes me feel even more fond of the person, somehow.

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那个笑容，

那点开心，

那种温柔-

那是我不认识的你。

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I used to think that to uphold what is right, factual, proven, fair, just, correct is of insurmountable importance-

I'd argue to my death trying to convince someone that he/she was mistaken about a fact, that the perspective was proven to be wrong (though things for which there is no right/wrong fact/fiction I am very open to listening to multiple perspectives)

but these days I've been thinking-

is this really so important?

worth arguing to death for.

People are entitled to their opinions/thoughts, misconceptions or not,

and as long as it's not a matter of life and death, it doesn't make too much a difference whether you hold on to the misconception or the truth.

so why not let people be.

just let people be.