I miss..
Miss the Glory Years.
Once I was a kid.
I was ignorant and curious.
I dreamed of traveling the world, exploring the vast universe, conquering my past.
But time marches on like the beat of a song and I am always playing catch up.
Now I can only watch as my life moves on.
Move in faster and faster away from the glory years.
And despite my longing to return to those days,
I cannot change time.
Once I was teenager.
I thought I knew everything.
I thought I was invincible that I could do nothing wrong.
But time continues to march on and all I can do is play catch up.
And as the days go by, I can only wish to return to the glory years.
Once I was young adult.
I had a job and a lover.
My life has been almost written, like the last chapter of a book.
I then see myself on one knee proposing to the love of my life.
On the boardwalk of Malibu pier.
Wondering about our future.
Now I am almost a father.
I am waiting in the hospital.
Waiting to see my baby boy for the first time.
It is midnight of March 16th.
The day my mother was born.
And as tears flood my eyes, I name my son Jax.
Then I flashback to the Glory Years.
Except this time I do not long to return.
I lived my life, chosen my path.
Now it is time for me to do what my father did for me.
Give my son the meaning..
The meaning of memories.
To my son, I tell you.
Memories are like a gateway to the best in humanity.
And though my Glory Years are long gone, you will always remember those Glory Years.
