These things below my eyes feel heavy. They sag lower with every passing year. The skin doesn't spring back like it used to. The pressure doesn't ease from my head. So much remains undone, unaccomplished, underachieved. With every day less time remains. More opportunities not taken.
What makes even less sense is when did they make it happen? Reading biographies of great achievers they too went through so much before and between what they are known best for. In their time they all seemed ordinary. Now, they are immortal. How do I do that? When will I do that?
Somehow, just as I knew about what I have now, I know what I'll be. Somehow,..... but, how....?
