For some people their lives begin the day that they are born, developing and growing into a lifetime of experiences as they themselves grow and learn. And in the end they have lived a satisfying and worthwhile life.
Yet for some others it takes a little bit longer, they too grow up and learn what it means to be an adult, but rather than living life they just coast along waiting for life to find them.

These are people who are not so easily satisfied, and while that sounds like a good thing because it means they have perhaps a more dignified or refined taste, really isn’t. These are the people who take each day for granted. They do not care to acknowledge each start and end for the present is never quite good enough and the future is always more appealing.

Some die early, getting so lost in the past they forget the present, a present that cannot improve without a little intention. For the now in every life is as a beautiful flower garden, a little water, a little weeding and it will flourish, but neglect it for too long and all you have left are the dried and shriveled remains of a beauty that once was. Even if the life continues, all that is valuable is gone, and an empty husk cannot hope to experience what life really is.

Some realize somewhere down the line that regardless of how many years have passed they haven’t yet begun life, and those are the ones who can change, who can see the present anew and are given a second chance to be born.

And sadly, some will wait forever, and their lives will end without meaning because they have run out of future and never once really looked at the present.