I’m in a relationship with someone that I can’t make entirely happy because of poor past decisions of mine.
I’m not 100 percent happy because of that. I don’t know when I will be able to be fully happy by myself. I don’t think that I will ever be as carefree as I was. You just care more as you get older. About everything.
I watch my three year old son jump in the snow and he doesn’t care that snow is filling up his gloves or that its falling down his back. And there I am shivering in watch, and thinking, I never cared how cold the snow was because it was that fun .
I accept aging. Resistance will only make more wrinkles.