It's strange how now that I am older (and seemingly supposed to translate into a IcandoanythingandeverythingIwanttojustbecauseIcan) - I actually stop myself. Not that I agree, cos I still think the way I do, just, breathe and say 'Let's just not'. The joy/thrill seems to not outweigh everything else, not anymore. In light of bigger (and hopefully better) things, it just doesn't seem to matter. The strange effect is that I seem to be an old lady now. Either that or a very young child, eitherways : not very sexy.
But underlying it all seems to be the idea that this is what time is for - that it will promise to be the solution and that if I wait, just a little while longer, and if I win this / fight the endurance test / survive, in one piece - I shall get It. What It exactly is seems irrelevant at this point of time, as long as it is It.
So the Twenties is supposed to be the age of questions questioning wondering pondering making dreams into reality. I hope I'm doing this right then.
And I would wait a hundred more!
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