poked upon

i am finally a month away from being just a somebody, not a somebody else anymore. and so, mixed feelings. so mushy. but we are all entitled to an amount of mushiness once we reach our teens. then again when we become parents. but that's not for a very long time.

it feels so sad to be a different person again. like a soldier finally retiring after 10 years in war. he misses the action. the adventures. the uncertainties of his occupation. he is scared to return to his oh-so-safe life in the farm. with the chickens and the cows and the big red barn. it feels so slow to be just on the ground. he misses being on the plane, seeing everything not covered by the clouds. heck, he can touch the clouds. he adores the clouds.

but he needs to step aside as he is worn out. no soldier can fight for a lifetime (unless he gets killed in battle, and thus he fought till he died.). even birds have a pit stop every hundred miles or so. then they soar again.