Really understanding that I’ll be old some day these days.
Enjoying my body to the fullest.
Admiring my blessings and accepting imperfections.
Before long our bodies break down. A gradual decomposition. A gentle falling apart. Death is fated. Deterioration is fated. But what of now? What of the time we have right this moment?
It is passing, always in motion, always fleeting.
The question is not if it ends but if we are spending it doing what we love-
If we are using our youth to our advantage
If we are making the most.
I just want to make the most of me.