Where does it go, this life?

It's Halloween tonight, and also my brother's birthday. He turns 30 this year, and leaves me behind in the district of late 20s. LK is already 31. However we all look younger than we really are, which can be a good or bad thing, depending on how we choose to argue the matter.

I dug out my running shoes and went up and down the Siglap link today. By the time I reached home, I was rather pleased with myself. It's been a long time since I last ran. A long time. It was a little hard on the left knee though. You'd think that after eight years, those ligaments I tore at Whistler would've mended by now, but I'm still feeling the ache.

Today seems to be a day of revisiting the past. I read an essay about Frodo and Aragorn, the two very different heroes in Lord of the Rings, and remembered how nutty I was about the movie trilogy from 2001 through 2003. I used to wonder what life would be like after the movies, and it hasn't been so bad really. The Chronicles of Narnia are round the corner, although I'm not as bad a nutjob as I was during the Rings period. I've mellowed, I suppose. These days, I edit, I read, I daydream about places I'd like to go, but I feel a little less energetic. Something within feels smaller, stuffed into a crevice, sagging and shrinking with every day. I hate to be this way. I hate to be the withering adult.