Reread the title. Now, reverse the order and reread again.
Hehehe. :)
I'm not sure what I am these days. It's very difficult to tell, but I can go from a sloppy goof-ball that loves life to a depressed and pensive intellectual. I don't like that, but it's just strange.
What's even more strange is that other people see it, too. I have the body of a youngster that bumbles around, jumps in a pile of leaves, goes out of the way to balance on rocks and logs, yet I have the mind that races day in and day out, loves old music and appreciates the new, considers what everyone wants to say, and is scared of everything that is to come. Not necessarily scared, but moreso aware. Aware that it's quickly approaching, that it's here, and then it's gone like that.
Then there are some days that I am both. I'll spread my wings in the snow, but I'll be thinking about how different this world is through the eyes of someone else.
Am I the same as I was last year? Absolutely not, but I still define myself as contradictory old and young within one.
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