When I think on my “young” days, I swim between something lost, something grateful to have had, and excitement at “discovering” it again. Oh yea, that’s how that felt. I can feel it once more. “Young” is a feeling – not an age or specific memory or something always in the past. If you’ve felt it once, it can be repeated, but how may be a mystery.
Let me photograph you in this light in case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were before we realized
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
It was just like a movie, it was just like a song
– When We Were Young – Adele
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