song of the week: barenaked ladies, call and answer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xS8XLMxeWLk
there are so many things in life that we carry with us. and so many things besides which slip out of our fingers.
i was doing today what i always wondered why people do, when they burn their old letters, old things. i was just doing it, and i eventually realised it. it had to do with mental classifications - obviously, most of those things i'd kept were stuff i'd once decided to keep. but i'd shifted the mental classifications, or to be more precise, i'd shifted. those were things a younger me would have kept. but i wasn't young anymore.
and it didn't really matter what those things meant, because i wasn't young anymore. it's just, the finality of it is quite sad.
and i realised that i regretted some of the things the younger me did. and i wished that i could go back and be in those moments, saving myself, saving those moments, fixing them, doing right, doing right by people.
if this is what it means to grow old, i'm not sure it's very fun at all.
