Endless

It’s a weird feeling. Knowing that you have already spend more then 50% of the time you are given to roam this earth. We never seem to dwell on time when we are young. Days seem endless, the ending of a year so far ahead we can’t see it. In our innocence we reckon’ it will be like that forever. Growing old, dying, is for the elderly, not for us. The days of our youth spend doing nothing and everything at the same time. Our views restricted, we only see our own needs, have to fulfil our own dreams, find love, happiness.
I grew up and found out that some dreams were daydreams never meant to be real. I found love (or so I thought), and discarded it with a flick of my wrist, I got my heart broken more then once. Until I found the one who made me happy most of the time. Still time seemed endless. To complete the picture the children arrived. Watching them grow up the years seemed to fly. My view focussed on their happiness, their needs.
Now they hardly need me anymore, they are focussed on their own needs, their own dreams, find love, happiness. Life is about to come full circle and I sit back and enjoy the days as if they were endless