I want to go on an adventure.  Does no one go on adventures anymore?  Are adventures outdated?

I thought I had grown out of imagining, and then summer comes.  Summer opens up my childmind.  I dunno if it's the weather or the leisure, but something.

I need something to chase the cobwebs out of my brain.  I've realized that wanting something that isn't yours is selfish.  I don't want to be selfish.  I want him to be happy.

I'm wondering if this self-discovery kick is limited to youth.  I want to stay young.  I want to stay nineteen.  I'm nowhere near figuring out who I am.  Closer, maybe.  But closer like a limit, never quite there.  I want to know what it means to be me, me my hands my feet my heart my head.  Me without the trappings, naked and standing feet planted with my face against the wind.  I want to grow into this body and know what it can do.  I am blood and water and fire and ice.

I've got on itching on the tips of my fingers/ I've got a boiling in the back of my brain/ I've got a hunger burning inside/ Cannot be denied/ I've got a feeling that the Father who made us/ When he was kindling a pulse in my veins/ He left a tiny spark of that fire/ Smoldering inside

I might've got those wrong.  But I loved that song.