Growing up!

When i see young people everyday, it reminds me of the years that have rolled by. It reminds me of the numbers i have stepped on, the memories that are imprinted, the people who have made a difference, the rights and wrongs that have beautified the canvas of life. But I wonder what growing older really means? Getting to be wiser? Or is it just a number?

In some sense i feel, getting older is getting to be more insecure.When we are young, the hope for a better tomorrow seems far more brighter. The choices, the freedom, the hope and the will is greater. We fearlessly take risks and we rarely calculate the consequences of a misfire. A failure back then, meant learning something new. It meant nothing more than an experience that was worth it. But its the repetition of the bad ones, that makes it harder to hold on to faith. The perspective of looking at mistakes, change as we grow older. Once you'v been bitten. Its hard to just go out there and try something new. 

Sometimes it feels like i am running out of time. I feel like all my energy has been sapped. I want to stop growing up. I want it all blank.