I just want you to know...

...that I haven't forgotten you.
The thing about age is that you start to get saddled with the details of every-day existence, that you no longer want to make time to stop and properly frame it in your mind. You'd rather keep the original, paper-thin, unprotected printout of the things that came to pass because somehow, you've come to this realization that these moments aren't worth much anymore. Life's a little cheaper because it has gone on this long; you feel you've seen it all, grasped it all, are no longer reaching to set life's day-to-day happenings on a glorious dais. But that is where we are gravely mistaken, we - the growing-up grown-ups who are making transition out of any semblance of childhood. It's a pity that age means becoming bored with oneself. But the onus is on us to fight the trend; to stick out our hands and chests and fists and refuse to let any moment float away, unnoticed, un-revered. It's up to us to continue to see that passionate beauty in life, and I write this with purposeful fingers as a prayer and a promise to myself. That I will not let myself set limits. I will refuse to ignore. I will refuse to un-feel. I will feel it all. Cry, laugh, be dizzy with excitement - that's what I will reach for.