I'm a fool that thinks too much.

I saw old friends the other day, people I haven't seen or heard from for 5 or so years. We spoke til morning, til evening again. Reminiscing about youth and the good ol' days when our only worry was the kind of high we wanted that day. I miss those days. Everybody's gone and whoever's left is walking a quasi-straight line.

Made me wonder what went wrong then. Why was there never a gray area, only extremes? Extreme pleasure, extreme pain. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, in riches and in poverty. Through bad music and through heaven. Maybe I was too immature, maybe it was too soon, maybe everybody was just a little bit too crazy and idealistic. And why do they remember events more than I do? I was also there!

People don't change, they just become more complicated. Or life becomes more complicated. I miss those days, I wish I were still young, stupid and unassuming. Everything was worth trying once, some things are worth trying thrice or a hundred more times. I miss those days when everything was an eye-opener. Ignorance was bliss. With your eyes wide open and when wear and tear starts to be felt in your gut and your bones, you wonder where your youth went and if it will ever come back. Back when you were childless, carefree, perpetually drunk and when miracles happened everyday.

Bring it back! I will bring it back.