I feel so old. As if i've lived longer than any others, watched others enter the world and leave before me. It only seemed like yesterday when I was elected vice-captain, and then captain. And now it's my turn to pass on the torch. As usual, I have left the many things I've gotta do till the last minute, and it's dropping on me like a huge boulder. It's a relief to finally be unburdened by the load, but the worry will always be there. It's just been too long that i've stayed in a single position, and my legs have gone numb. I can't move. I can't seem to move forward. Perhaps in time I will.