Every Friday I’m going to ask a question. The questions I choose might be ambiguous on purpose. The goal is to have you answer the question according to your beliefs, where you’re at in life or a circumstance that might have recently impacted you. The only thing I ask is that you provide an explanation for why you answered the way you did.
I don’t know about you, but part of me never grew up and quite absurdly another part was old before I turned ten. The flicker in my cornea sees the world with unabashed hope & potential, taking in the majestic wonderment. The scar above my aorta makes me breathe the world in slowly, less likely to trust.
It is my hope to understand you better through this and also to gain a greater understanding of humanity and how people make decisions.
I don’t know about you, but part of me never grew up and quite absurdly another part was old before I turned ten. The flicker in my cornea sees the world with unabashed hope & potential, taking in the majestic wonderment. The scar above my aorta makes me breathe the world in slowly, less likely to trust.
How about you? Is there a part of you that is young at heart or have you always been an old soul?
~ That leads to the One Question Friday ~
Answer about yourself--Young or Old?
*Then click over to 5 Minutes for Faith to see what I wrote about thorns.
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Hmmm-this is a tough one. I would say I am still young--have tons to learn and doubt some days I even will before I die.
ReplyDeleteMore young, immature, than I care to explore. But somehow my kids say I'm old.
ReplyDeleteGreat question! When I was younger, I related to grown-ups better than I did kids my own age. Now that I'm older, I relate to kids better than I do adults. >.< So I guess I age backwards.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely older than my years! Even when I was young, I tried to act and think like I was an adult! I'm sure I convinced my parents that I knew everything!
ReplyDeleteWendy: Why did I want to cry when I read this question?
ReplyDeleteI was forced to grow up too soon when my parents divorced-- I was six. Part of me stayed a little girl, joking to get attention, needing to feel loved and accepted.
On the other heart, I have this jaded side to me that comes out when I am 'poked' in the places where it hurts. Don't know that I've ever analyzed it like this--- leave it to you to help me see a new layer of my psyche, so I can better grow up. Thank you for this, sister sweet.
You won't tell anyone about my secret jaded side, will you? Thanks.
Oh, definitely young! I enjoy my kids so much because I can completely relate to them. We came this close to buying fake mustaches yesterday, but I couldn't justify six bucks on seven mustaches. Even though "the weasel" was really awesome! We may have to go back later this summer...
ReplyDeleteI'm young at heart. I see so many things with a naivete that sometimes amazes even myself. Grew up on a farm, so maybe I was more sequestered from life. Keeps me more joyful through life's difficult health issues.
ReplyDeleteYoung with a twinge of an 'old' or I prefer timeless heart! =)
ReplyDeleteMy dad loved history so we discussed it a lot at the dinner table when I was a kid. He told the horrible stories of war right along with the pleasant stories. This was during the Viet Nam War, so I also heard some of the current horror stories. I remember thinking it was almost sacriligeous to be having a good time while our soldiers were fighting in a jungle. So, at times I was serious and thoughtful way (old) beyond my peers. I compensated for that with being silly at other times. I still read the grim stories (I teach history in college so I have to!), and still like to joke around to balance it.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, I think it depends on the subject, the topic at hand. Sometimes I feel young and sometimes I feel old. Sometimes I feel experienced (older than others) and sometimes I don't. Can there be a middle-aged category? LOL.
ReplyDeleteGreat question!
I grew up way too old with not much childhood. So I especially enjoy being young at heart now. My kids have given up asking me to act my age.
ReplyDeleteWell, before my vacation last week, I would have said young, but I'm afraid of roller coasters now. Does that make me old? Seriously, I'd still have to say young. Sometimes that works in my favor (since I write YA), other times it goes against me (since I have to be a mom and not just a friend).
ReplyDeleteI'm grateful for all of your responses. I tend not to comment on One Question Fridays because I want people to feel as though they can answer honestly without judgment. I do want to let you know I was particularly touched by these responses. I'm reading, I'm learning, I'm loving.
ReplyDeleteSee you next Friday!
~ Wendy
I'd say I'm a "young-un" who's lost many of his childish ways. I exist by hope and protect myself cynically.
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