Ever since I was young,
I craved to be old.
I thought, when I was young,
that my life hadn’t even started to unfold.
I thought life was like a flower.
When it blooms, it’s at its best.
But now I see, you will miss all the parts in between.
So it might not be its best,
it might just be a few steps closer to your last breath.
Many people had told me that they wish they’d be young again.
This is one thing that took me a while to understand.
But then I realized I shouldn’t waste my time wanting to be older,
I should be spending my time living every moment of every day.
The flower may be wonderful
but you can’t have the flower without the bud coming before it.
And now everyday,
I see beauty in it.