age, time, wisdom, smarter when you're older, you know what matters, and what doesn't, through experiences, through the trials and tribulations, through living, but, as always, there is a trade off. what you lose when you gain wisdom. what you lose to know more, to understand more. and it's a little sad to realize this, to know this, to understand this. the loss. the trade off. the pyrrhic victory of growing old. and i wonder, as i haven't for a long time. a movie geared towards teens and tweens, the young, and the young at heart, and how true that phrase now seems, but this movie, full of passion, and melancholy, how the world stops moving when a heart aches, the hole punched through the chest, and i remember my doodles from sophomore year, my drawings from high school english 2 honors, and I remember what that was like. i had been there. almost there. but not quite there. but maybe i was. and it's sad to think of what was. and sadder still to think of what will be. of trying to console future generations, and the perceived lies of that generation that we don't know what it was like, yet, they did, we do, they will. and it's not a stupid thing. it's not. it's what it really feels like. at that point. at that instant. in that time and space. and i hope i don't forget. i hope this little nugget of information doesn't get lost. because i don't want to forget. i don't want to reminisce, well, too much, but i don't want to not know i was there, once upon a time.