a young... well, me

sometimes it happens that i see a baby that looks exactly like i did when i was born. basically a small head full of hair. makes me smile. a lot of things make so much more sense when you look into the eyes of a baby. and when one of them looks like you, and it's so brand new and everything, it's like breathing fresh air. a fresh start. everything is possible, or at least it seems.
last week something similar happened. i saw myself, but not 25 years younger, this time only 2 or 3. there is this girl, who came to visit and work with me (oh gosh, i feel so important when i hear that! but it's not true!) and she reminded me of myself when i started. young and enthusiast. where did my enthusiasm go? when did i become so scary and damaged? how did that happen? don't know, but actually it does not matter. i don't care. i'm done now. well, not really, but feels like it. and then, we'll see...