Sometimes I have to remind myself how old I am, because sometimes I forget. I can't imagine being old in spirit. I can't envision a time when I won't want to be a big kid, inside and out. It's not that I want to be young, it's more than I don't want to do things because they're what you're supposed to do at a given age. I don't want to give up my quirky spark.

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The young may have more infectious energy, fire, or immediate heat, but age brings warmth, knowledge, and a more sustained heat that feeds a more enduring sense of passion, and a better ability to understand and accept the vagaries of humans and human existence.