i do not miss my youth. i’ve done more than most. i have no list of things i should have tried or regretted not doing. i have no need to go back and visit those things i tried and moved on from. where i am now, where i have worked so hard to get to, is okay with me. is it where i thought i’d be? no. but it’s not a place i need to escape from.
i have become far more kind to myself. understanding that time is short and life is fragile. i have isolated myself because of my circumstance but it doesn’t mean that i truly feel like doing anything reckless at this stage of my life is warranted or necessary. i like my comforts. i like simple pleasures and gentleness. and i don’t want things any other way.