The World has made me old

February 10, 2010

Who would have thought that time would pass by so quickly. I don’t mean that a lot of things changed since the last time I sat back to look at it, but I feel old, and not in the sense that my back hurts, but inside my chest is a feeling, a feeling old.

I can’t say it is only because of time, because time does make a person feel old, but the World can have a much larger effect. A person can feel old just by noticing the world around them, and everything in it.

However, compared to an Oak tree in a forest, I’m probably very young.

I imagine sitting on a lake with mountains in the horizon and the sun setting behind them. I feel young and refreshed. I know why I want to be there. I understand life, people, the world. I feel alive.

I imagine sitting in a bus, in a crowded place, looking at people around me and what they’re doing. Where are those people headed? Why are they going there? Where did they come from? Then I ask myself, “Where am I going?” “What am I doing?” “Where do I come from?”

I have no answer. Not to my questions at least.

I look into my chest and wonder, why is it that I am feeling older.

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