Youth is a volatile memory. It cannot be rehearsed, recycled, or recreated.

A woman with blonde hair in a braid sitting near the water on a dock, with boats in the background and sunlight reflecting on the water.

We are the product of our collected life experience. Paradoxically, we are unable to reproduce these parts of ourselves. What may feel like the very core of our being is inaccessible.

Two men at the lakeside on a sunny day, one holding grilling tools and the other holding a drink, with a boat and water in the background.
Woman in sunglasses and a blue tank top playing with a black dog on a sandy beach by the water.

Many of us choose fear over fondness. We know memory can bite hard. Yet we shed pain trying to rekindle fires of the past.

Two people cuddling on a boat, with water and cloudy sky in the background
Close-up of a sailboat's deck featuring a steering wheel with a yellow floral wreath hanging on it, a wooden dock, and water with a distant landmass in the background under a cloudy sky.
Two men on a beach near a lake, with one sitting at a picnic table and the other standing holding a drink, during daytime with silhouette of hills in the background.

Growing up is shedding what has been built. Rebirthing the self. Embracing change, and forging a new path.

A couple embracing outdoors, with the woman hugging the man and both appearing emotional, against a cloudy sky and rocky landscape.
A woman with blonde hair sitting on a boat named Sea Ray, looking toward the water with her arms crossed. The boat is on a lake with tree-covered hills in the background.
Two people standing on rocks by the water at a coastal landscape, overcast sky