Simplicity and Change

When I grow old,

I hope I look back on my life

and remember all that was.

Everything.

I don't want to glorify it.

I don't want to focus on the bright sunny days.

I want to bathe in the memory of every rainstorm.

I wanna soak up the downpours like the thirsty soil beneath my

once youthful garden.

I hope when I look back,

I see a life of simplicity.

Of basking in the quiet moments

and self-reflection of a mirror

I love and recognize.

Some people want to live fast and hard,

but I have no desire.

There was a time when my foot was on the gas pedal

and I was in a hurry to get nowhere in particular.

Then there was the time when I wanted to feel nothing,

but I felt everything instead.

There's a lot more pain with this approach.

There were many years I longed for love

and questioned whether or not I was worthy.

Now I see that you can't force a sunflower to blossom;

You have to nurture it and wait.

But when I'm old and gray,

I hope my face tells the story of a life well lived.

And I hope I wear every wrinkle and scar

like a map of the constellations

of the infinity surrounding us.