The flesh is willing but the souls have spoiled...

The wrath of God lays beneath this soil.

I dunno if it's just a "getting older" thing, but I feel like the older I get, the less interested I am in fireworks. It's almost like, the wonder and joy that I used to feel when seeing them has faded and now I just see fireworks as more of a nuisance than anything. Just something loud and obnoxious and probably also slightly polluting. My extended family used to buy fireworks for us to light off every 4th of July, and I used to be the main pyro guy who would handle the lighting of said fireworks. But in the most recent years of me attending 4th of July with extended family, I just haven't had the interest in being the pyro guy anymore. I lost the fun.

I kind of feel the same sort of way with fire. I remember as a kid, whenever I went camping, I always wanted to throw stuff in the fire pit, and I always wanted to light a stick on fire and wave it around like it was a torch from, like, Indiana Jones, or something dumb like that. But then I grew up and fire kinda just became less and less interesting. As a kid, a lighter was one of those forbidden trinkets, because you could produce a flame at any given notice. The sky was your limit for the sort of stuff you could put a fire to. But then I grew up, and I'm at a very comfortable point in my life where I can go out and buy any sort of lighter that I would like... 

but I don't. 

And chances are that I won't.

It could just be the change in maturity. In fact I'd wager it most likely is. But I can't help but wonder if it's something else. Apathy? Depression? I never burned myself or anything like that, nor did I get in any major trouble with fire or anything.

So yeah, I dunno.

Just more things to dwell on and keep myself up at night, I guess.