It seems to me that many of our problems here in America stem from our inability to move on to the next phase of life. Adolescence. Immaturity. Nostalgia. Call it what you will, but there is in us this innate apprehension from change. Sometimes it even masks itself as a love of change, but the fact remains, it can be very difficult to let go of who you used to be. Sometimes we lose tangible abilities: old people lose their vision and hearing; athletes lose a step, as the saying goes. Sometimes we long for the personalities and attitudes we had when we were teenagers--we were carefree, funny, and charming (actually we were extremely obnoxious, but no one had the heart to tell us, or we were to self-absorbed to hear them). Sometimes we miss the freedom that we used to have. We were free to do what we wanted, when we wanted, and with whom we wanted. We look back through old pictures or old love notes and we miss the excite...