I cut my fringe today. It's something I would never have done because the fringe is not likely to stay that way for long. It seems to have a stubborn streak, always parting at a particular spot. A lot like our human nature really. Once we have got used to something, be it an object, an idea or a lifestyle, we can't let it go and living without it becomes unthinkable, frightening even. I don't really believe I look better with a fringe. In fact, I find it a nuisance to have some hair covering my forehead. Yet I am willing to take a tiny step into an unfamiliar territory. I am hardly brave or adventurous. What do I have got to lose?
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