Monday, April 4, 2011

Random Thoughts

Why do I feel like writing late at night? Why do I feel heavy-hearted whenever a certain song comes on, and I can't do anything but slowly drift into sadness, a feeling I've come to love? 

I think I'm emotionally masochistic. 

Oh, you're such a teenager, Ben. One day you'll forget what it's like to feel this way. One part of you is saying to cherish it, to remember it, don't belittle it. And another part of you feels the weight of everyone who has ever felt the same way and has grown up, gotten married, lived 4590 more days that have worn the memories thin and replaced them with thoughts of grandchildren, vocation, and retirement. You're young, so what? I was young once too. You're not unique.


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