it's funny to realize how the impetuousness of youth wanes and flexes in the face of the years as they tick by
i used to be the type to fling myself out of the plane before giving it a second thought
yet now weighed down by the responsibility, the love, the very adultness of it all
i cannot be the flighty self that i once was
i fit into this new self like a new skin that requires a bit of adjusting
and after a brief uncomfortableness, it starts to feel seamless, like i haven't lived quite without it
i don't mind the new skin, the new self
the responsibility, the ownership is reward enough
the old me is indistinguishable from what once was.
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