Assume

When I was twelve I looked at high school students as so cool, and couldn't wait to get there. When I got to high school, I couldn't wait to be a senior and rule the school and drive a car.

When I was a senior it didn't mean much, I wanted to go to college, buy cigarettes and be an adult. They had all the fun. They partied and had no responsibility.

When I was 20, I looked up to people in their primes of thirties and forties who had houses and families and money. They had it all figured out with wisdom and knowledge.

Now I am nearing 40; next year in fact, and looking back, these milestones are absolutely nothing like I thought. None of them. Not even close. 

I look at people in their fifties and sixties and for the first time don't want to be there. I don't want to because my view of these older folks have always been wise, experienced and satisfied with their adventures in life. 

I have spent so much time waiting to get older, and it is terrifying to think of running out of time before I conquer the world.