This is one of those paradoxes of living life,the young people who cant wait for their hopes and dreams of great expectations that their futures will
surely bring to them and the old people who live with the lonliness of their silent solitude,the bitter memories of missed chances,fleeting moments
and dreams that never came true...
When we are young we cant wait to get older.We cant wait to be older so we can take a girl out on a date.We cant wait to be older so we can drive a
car.We cant wait till we are older and wont have to listen to our parents anymore.We cant wait to be older so we can get a job and start making
money.We cant wait to be older so we can drink at a bar.We cant wait to be older so we can get married and have kids and buy a house.Our feet are
standing in the present,our heads are in the clouds and our eyes are looking for an invisible future...
When we are young,we dont know how to live day by day,so many things are taken for granted,we dont really understand that life offers no guarantees,we
might never even get older at all...
We dont realize that the only time in our lives when most of us will ever be truly and really happy is when we are young,when we are little
kids,wondering what toys we will play with today and tomorrow.When will grandma and grandpa ask us over their house again and let us do whatever we
want.Jumping on our bikes and riding around in the sun,rain and snow without a care or responsibility in the world.Of another birthday and another
christmas on their way...
We dont realize that time flys by,it waits for no one and there is no fountain of youth to be found and all those things we could'nt wait to be old
enough to be able to do,are the very things we will grind away at day after day, year after year,while our only lives sail on by.Breaking up with
girls over and over,arguing and fighting about money and getting divorced.Stuck in endless traffic jams in a car thats always about to break down
while trying to get to a thankless job that never seems to pay enough.Losing sleep worrying about how we'll make the next house payment and then
suddenly,without warning,while we were busy killing ourselves to live,we are older and want to be younger again,our youth and our beauty have faded
away,never to return again...
And when we are old,most of our waking moments are spent thinking about all our yesterdays,about being young again.Of how we would have done this and
could have done that.Of all the things we should have said to the people that entered our lives and then left all too quickly left,who are now gone
forever.When will our children tell us we cant drive anymore? Will they get angry if they have to take us to the doctor again? Are they only hanging
around acting like they really care while waiting for us to die and getting their hands on our inheritance money? Seeing young people everywhere,doing
what we use to do,wishing they could relate to us and wishing we could relate to them.Looking at them and already knowing they are living for all the
wrong reasons,already knowing what they are thinking about,how they cant wait to be older too...
edit on 1-1-2012 by blocula because: (no