Because I have always been who I am age means nothing to me. But experience is another thing. A person can chronologically be only a couple decades, but have several lifetimes of experience to draw wisdom from. And a person who has seen times change over the years may not have gleaned a single clue to the principles of existence from all of their years. All is relative.
So often the enthusiasm of youth wanes as maturity approaches. Young minds find themselves realizing that they will actually wake up at thirty and still be alive and it is a considerable shock to some of them. I have always appreciated knowledge and the wisdom that experience brings so before I turned twenty-five years old every man I was interested in was older than myself. But interestingly enough after my twenty-fifth birthday every man that caught my interest was younger than I. I think that is because I have never lost my wide eyed wonder of the world. So consequentially I could not bare the depressive fatalism that began to be evident in men who were maturing into minds and hearts that were losing their drive, hope and adventure. My enthusiasm never is dampened by life no matter how hard or malicious it can be.
I have discovered new and exciting ways to explore life with my mind and heart. It is living poetry in thought and action. I even speak and write in metaphor. I appreciate the journey even more than the final destination in just about every aspect of life. And I have found it is possible to look at every day as an adventure and greet it with great enthusiasm. My drives are both overt and insidious because where some are obvious others are hidden. So the content of the person I really am is not so easily seen or judged by the cover that protects her. So many are surprised by what they find; like a Faberge' egg in a brown paper bag.