Changes

I am rarely reminded of my age. Mainly because I'm usually the youngest in my circle of friends. I have always been comfortable in this role (I'm a younger brother, most of my classmates were older than me, etc...).

But every now and then I get reminded of my real age (because really, in my mind, I'm still 17 years old). And today I was reminded of just how old I am (not like my body is breaking down or anything) when I found out a much younger friend of mine is going through the same thing I was going through when I was his age. Pretty crazy how there are certain watershed moments in our lives that pretty much everyone goes through.

Those memories are still as vivid as ever. And I want to go back to that time, but not because I long for youth, but because I want to tell my younger self how foolish and silly I was back then. Then again... I so rarely get to be foolish and silly anymore. Maybe I should go back to my younger self and tell him, be more foolish, be sillier, do stupid dumb things...

Because responsibility and maturity is a heavy burden. It has its rewards, but they ain't easy.

Regrets? I used to promise myself never to have regrets... because, what's the point? You can't change the past. Now? I... I don't know.