wonder lust

I've been molding away for the last few months, holed up, dried up, lacking inspiration/magic/travel lust/epiphany in my life. It's time to get on the road again, dust myself off, and shake loose the intimidation and lethargy that's been weighing me down. I want to find back some of that shameless, senseless confidence and daring that only youth can have. Though I've learned much about stability, depth and the darkest yearnings of my soul in the past 6 months, I'm still too young to settle into the destiny set for me in the stars! How many years do I have? How much strength do I have left to fight off the ever-present effect of gravity on my walk, the cumulative effect of sun tan on my Chinese skin, the weariness from wandering... I don't know how long I have, but I'm sure it's not ending now.