I thought I would feel so much older. But I don't. The whole of life unlived, packed with unknown events, pushes me back. I have so much ahead of me! I actually feel younger.
There is so much in store--probably at least another 22 years, maybe much less, maybe much more.
But I'm sure I will feel older at 23. Twenty-two is such a cute, neat and tidy number. It looks young...maybe even younger than 21. It doesn't bear the burdens of twenty-one. It's like a step back, perhaps a pause before the real thing? Whatever it is, I like it. It's a year to live it up. Every once in awhile I'm sure I'll find a youngish year and live it up.
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