...or at least that's what they say. Is it possible to feel both young and old at the same time and over the same thing? I guess it is. I noticed that as I age pain keeps getting shorter, but sharper. I'm back on my feet in no time, but the bullet scars are there to stay... that I know. I carry the wrinkles of my poor choices on my face. They will remind me forever of the wrong paths I took. And boy, I went all the way to the dead end every time. I swear I don't understand where all my energy comes from. How am I still able to stand and how am I able to start over as nothing ever hurt me before? Sure, that's far from being a bad thing, yet it surprises me. To be honest, I'm proud of the person I grew to be after walking through thorns for so long (and the painful journey seems far from over). I'm proud not to hate anyone. I'm proud of how I manage to put all that energy into improving myself so I can start over and over again... and hope for the sun to rise and never set... Is it even possible? Does the heartache ever go away for good?