High Ramblings about Age

What’s it like to be old?
What’s it like to have so much experience?
What’s it like to have lived for decades?
At the moment, I am not even two decades yet. Not until next month anyways. And I already feel like I’ve come so far. I feel like my life could end now and I’ve experienced enough.
But what is it like to gain decades worth of experiences?
What’s it like to have learned so much?
Not necessarily things that involve school learning, but what’s it like to be human for so long?
At times, I find myself thinking about the past, wishing I would have known then what I know now.
Will I feel like that in the future as well?
That odd almost regret. Not a powerful one, but like you know, a subtle regret.
Or will I understand that the reason I know so much then, is because of all the experiences I have in the past?
Who will I be?
What will I have accomplished, if anything?
Will I be who I want to be?
Will I not like who I became?
How much will I have lost?
How much willI I have gained?
For the first time in my life I actually am looking forward to the future. I used to shy away from it. I used to fear it. I used to dread it.
But now?
Now I greet it warmly with open hands.
I’ve finally had my change of heart.

-high ramblings of a stoner

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The Snow’s Mourning Dirge

When it falls, it falls in silence,

When it lands, it lands in quiet,

Hush, let it fall, let it sing the mourning dirge of fall,

Hush, let it sink, let the silence reverberate,

Quiet now, the silence sings a solemn lament,

Quiet now, the season changes, the frost sinks it’s greedy tendrils in the soil,

Slumber, the world says,

Slumber, the trees echo,

Sleep till spring, when the world begins anew,

Sleep till spring, or sleep forever more.