When we were children, we looked forward to the new world, to feel the grass between our feet, the freedom to run as wild as the wind. We wish we weren't burdened by the rules of our parents and so become infatuated with maturity.
When we are young adults, youthful still in spirit, our worries grow only towards the superficial. we looked back to the days of childhood, wishing the innocent world we were brought up in to come back. We wish again to be children.
When we are adults, fresh into the world, we look onto the first steps of being men. We take joy in our newfound responsibilities. finding employment, enjoying a career. However, we feel nothing more than the want to worry about the superficial. We wish nothing more than to again be younger.
At mid-life, responsibility takes hold. We have settled into this life, having grown a family, raised a house, become fathers, become uncles, mothers, aunts, breadwinners. However, living as long as we have, we at this stage long nothing more than to become a person on the precipice of beginning life. We wish we looked onto the world with the simple naivety of an adult experiencing life for the first time. To be imbued with a fresh sense of the world that has long since been missing. Life has at his point exhausted us.
When we become old, life becomes slower. The body deteriorates and at this stage, we wish that we were mid-life, that the only that bothers our minds is whether our children are safe and secure for the night and not whether we have the ability to climb the stairs to work the net day. We wish that the simple things in life such as strolling in the park isn't nearly as difficult as it now is.
At the twilight of our lives, the pains of life are numbed as death waits at the door. We are not concerned with many things at this point. However, much like how we've done so for most of our lives, we look back and reflect on our lives.
But at this point, we don't wish we were again young and youthful and filled with unbridled energy. On our deathbeds, we regret that we spent a lifetime of yearning for something that has passed and can never return.
