r.i.p. savage beauty
I mourn the ending of a good book.
"The things I loved I may go to see.
I may lie in them no more.
But I stand at the door of the used-to-be,
And dream my childhood o'er.
...
I sit at my window alone.
I hear each voice and I know
That I miss through them all the sound of my own
As it rang in the long-ago."
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Things really do change. I knew they did but experiencing it is different than one would expect. My Peter Pan syndrome has me down. I am fine with growing up, getting older, and moving on to new chapters but it's when I look back and think about it all that I get upset. The truth is that if anything in my life were different I'd be dreaming of what I have now. What a strange feeling it is to be completely (or falsely) happy.
"The things I loved I may go to see.
I may lie in them no more.
But I stand at the door of the used-to-be,
And dream my childhood o'er.
...
I sit at my window alone.
I hear each voice and I know
That I miss through them all the sound of my own
As it rang in the long-ago."
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Things really do change. I knew they did but experiencing it is different than one would expect. My Peter Pan syndrome has me down. I am fine with growing up, getting older, and moving on to new chapters but it's when I look back and think about it all that I get upset. The truth is that if anything in my life were different I'd be dreaming of what I have now. What a strange feeling it is to be completely (or falsely) happy.