I've always wondered
what my life will be like thirty years from now.
What kind of person will I become.
Who will bother to stick around
and who will leave
in search of their better selves,
maybe.
Tired of their dull, uneventful lives
desperately trying to discover
themselves.

“Prepare for the future” they say,
But maybe I don't want to.
Some say I lack ambition.
That's not true.

I fear losing myself
in search of someone I am not.
Not sparing the time to enjoy where I am
or how far I've come.
People take the present for granted,
always searching for what comes next.
Until one day, nothing does.

Now
is how I choose to live,
sitting back, enjoying.
Spending time with the people I love,
admiring in the unnoticed
details of the world.
I will take time to
stop and smell the roses
along with the other beautiful things in life.
I will not surrender to the idea
of watching my life pass by,
because I am here now.