Q: Do you ever yearn?
A: Yeah, I yearn. I yearn for days long past. For the times we remember as “simple” even though in the moment, they were anything but. Nostalgia has a funny way of tidying things up. I yearn for hope. The hope I was given as a child being told the world was full of infinite possibilities. Being told I had limitless potential. I yearn for the dream and the naivety that comes with it. I yearn to see the future through yesterday’s eyes. I yearn for the carrot dangling at the end of the rope. The temptation. Leading me out into the unfathomable void, kicking out the chair and letting me choke. I yearn to grow old and bitter. To live with the regret of things undone. Unsaid. To cringe my wrinkled face over a lifetime of f—ups. But instead, I remain. Unchanging. Wondering what new ways I’ll f— things up today.