When I was younger I never thought about time.
It seemed endless and forgiving.
But as I grew older I realized time is finite.
And I wondered, how does one go from being a ingénue
to a blossomed 40 something?
The years seem somewhat dream like.
It’s as if one blink brought me forward 3 decades.
When I was 16 I longed for eighteen.
When eighteen I longed for 21.
And, at 21 I simply had longing …
Now, at 42, I desire –
a life filled with purpose
a heart full of love
moments of beauty
So, I now know that I must forge a mindful peace with time.
And, in doing so, I will relish every second, minute and hour that the universe blesses upon me.