When we age,

We strive to be someone

That our younger self would look up to

And our older self would be proud of.

But sometimes when we let it get to our heads,

We lose sight and appreciation of the present

And become lost in the past and the future.

Trapped and pressured by two sides,

We forget about the wonders of today

And fear about yesterday and tomorrow.

And yet one day later on,

We’ll look back,

And see what good and simple times we have now.