As I move through time, things change.
I change, the world changes, the way the world sees me changes.
I age, I fail, I succeed, I am lost. I have a moment of calm. The inkling of who I will be depresses me, makes me hopeful, scares me, and embarrasses me.
And here I stand at this crossroads, always embarrassed, wistful, longing, looking back, looking forward.