the things people make and do

people become really good once they put a lot of time into something. it's been my long-standing anguish: the wunderkindish skill of being a good beginner in most skills but knowing i won't have the perseverance and wherewithal to reach that transcendence.

Estranged

When we were young, we were overwhelmed by the number of people around us, but how few there really were. Spread near us, their confines established, except for the distant visiting relatives and cousins.
The time we spent together, the sheer quantity.

Now that we are old, there are too many people and all the time we have is not really ours. That quantum of time will never return for us. We won't speak of it because that which cannot be regained can only make us sadder, and crack that thickening crust of time that's become our own skin.

We've changed in the time apart. We've become strangers.