.the old youth

i’ve come to embrace the fact that i have the soul of an old man. i don’t need to drink, or smoke to get by or to feel better… all i need is quiet, and in time all things will get better. i’ve spent a lot of time worrying about things and find ways to solve my problems; come to find, i spend and equal amount of my time sitting… thinking… not necessarily problem solving but reflecting. contemplating. part of said “time worrying” was spent on how to cope with what i view as problems. getting drunk, smoking, etc. but i really don’t need any of that. quiet is my solution.