Do we get wiser as we age? There’s a huge part of me lately that I finally feel like I’m me…that certain things that I do, and certain people that I allow myself to be vulnerable with…I finally feel like I am owning my own skin for once. And then there’s the side of me that is a perpetual teenager, trying desperately to gain other’s approvals before I even contemplate how I feel about a situation. There’s still that part of me that hates conflict and loves when everyone gets along. That part of me that will forever be naive when dealing with matters of the heart, and will always fall first, even when she knows she’ll get hurt. Do we ever really grow up and out of that phase? Of the wonderment of first attractions and life long loves?
Part of me wishes I would, and part of me hopes I never do.
