i've noticed that when i get too set in my ways, i lose flexibility and somehow grow old before my time.

i forget to have fun.

i wind up with too much to protect and defend. i know that i compromise myself by being too willing to adapt, but there has to be a happy medium.

right now, i'm hanging on to the memory of an experience that made a big impression on me in the past.

but what i just realized,

that was then, this is now!
and now is way better than then.