He was excited. He was an excited little boy. Even at a quarter of a century old, he remained a little boy however much his oft-practiced apparent demeanor betrayed his actual age and experience. He was old enough to drink in any country where they served alcohol, he had been old enough to vote longer than he knew whom to vote for, which was something he was still waiting to understand. He was old enough to be tried for crimes as an adult which he wasn't bold enough to commit. He was old enough to legally produce a child, but still not old enough to be a father. He was old enough to travel to countries, fly across seas and oceans, to places that still filled his mind's eye with a sparkle and a wonder which only a ten year old can possess. He was old enough to be heartbroken, although his life had been too easily navigated to be.
He was old enough to be interrupted by a phone call, but its hard for a ten year old to tell the caller that he is busy.
He was old enough to own his own house, but what would a twelve year old fill his house with: cartoon memorabilia, sports team posters, music idols CDs? He was old enough to have a discriminating taste in cinema, but a 10 year old would always find cheap comedy funny. He was old enough to be allowed on any ride he wanted, but a twelve year old can't appreciate the ride of his lifetime. He was old enough to be told by older people to enjoy his time, that these were the best days of his life, but a ten year old cannot really comprehend the concept of death, of being old and weary, of being unable to complete the most mundane of tasks. He was old enough to shave, but he still managed to cut his nose somehow while doing it. He was old enough to be employed, but he still felt odd saying that he was going to "office": Thats where dads go!
He was too young to be unhappy. He was too young to be depressed. He was too young to not look forward to a long ride. He was too young to not feel sad for people who were sad. He was too young to let himself be tied down and do what others wanted of him. He was too young to not obey his own heart. He was too young to not look forward to the rest of his life. He was excited.
He was old enough to be interrupted by a phone call, but its hard for a ten year old to tell the caller that he is busy.
He was old enough to own his own house, but what would a twelve year old fill his house with: cartoon memorabilia, sports team posters, music idols CDs? He was old enough to have a discriminating taste in cinema, but a 10 year old would always find cheap comedy funny. He was old enough to be allowed on any ride he wanted, but a twelve year old can't appreciate the ride of his lifetime. He was old enough to be told by older people to enjoy his time, that these were the best days of his life, but a ten year old cannot really comprehend the concept of death, of being old and weary, of being unable to complete the most mundane of tasks. He was old enough to shave, but he still managed to cut his nose somehow while doing it. He was old enough to be employed, but he still felt odd saying that he was going to "office": Thats where dads go!
He was too young to be unhappy. He was too young to be depressed. He was too young to not look forward to a long ride. He was too young to not feel sad for people who were sad. He was too young to let himself be tied down and do what others wanted of him. He was too young to not obey his own heart. He was too young to not look forward to the rest of his life. He was excited.
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