There’s Always Next Year

When we were young, all we wanted was to grow up.
To be adults.
To eat ice cream for dinner, staying up watching TV
Being treated with respect.

When we got old, all we wanted was to go back.
To be a kid.
To avoid the mistakes we know we’ll make, reliving stress free days
Being loved unconditionally.

So I wonder what age we’re meant to be
When we find ourselves
Perfectly okay
With who we are.

I don’t know…
But hey,
There’s always next year….