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Sometimes when I look at my life I feel like I've been around for a long time. In reality I've only been alive for 16 years (and some months). Barring fatal incidents I'll probably live for many many more years. I don't know that I want to live to be old. It sounds like a pain. I'll have to get a job and pay taxes (though I won't be old when I start). It'd be good if I found something to live for too. Living for the sake of living is no life at all. Sometimes I wish I could stay a kid forever. I call this having a Peter Pan moment.

I think age is better determined by the amount of life experience and emotional baggage one has rather than the amount of time one has been alive. A person can experience in a year what someone else may never experience in a lifetime.

Knowing the future would take all of the point out of living but I'd still like to know. I'd take security and boredom over adventure and excitement almost any day. I want to know all of the ends. How relationships will end, how my childhood will end, how my years in college will end, how I will end. I think it'd be interesting to know how I'll die. Because, no matter what, I am going to die. That is a guaranteed fact.
There are some things I like about growing older. I like that I see the world more colorfully than I used to. This may not be because I'm getting older, though. Whatever. Things that didn't interest me before are now interesting. I can make clearer judgments (sometimes) and I am better able to act on logic rather than emotion.
The moment we are born we are dying.
But to what end?

Japanese for the day:
Naka nai de
No more tears/ don't cry anymore