Sometimes I feel young

Sometimes I feel young--what am I saying? I am still young.
But sometimes I feel young and afraid.
I'm afraid of all the world has to offer: the good and the bad.
I'm afraid of missing something.
I'm afraid of not doing the beauty justice.
I'm afraid.
And my fear has manifested itself in a fear of leaving the familiar in order to take on the unfamiliar.
I am afraid of my fear.
Sometimes I feel young and awed.
I'm awed by all the world has to offer: the good and the bad.
I'm awed by all the things I'll miss and the things I won't.
I'm awed by the beauty and the wonder.
I'm awed.
And my awe has manifested itself in my fears.
Sometimes I feel young and alive.
I'm alive in this beautiful, wonderful, fearful, complicated world.