Getting older is an interesting journey. All the things that mattered to you when you were younger become but a vapor of memories in your mind. They no longer hold you prisoner to an idealistic dream of who you want to be and how you want your world to look. You become all too familiar with the old adage of today may be the only day you have. You absorb the truth of your own mortality and you look back to see if there is any legacy to leave behind. You grieve over what you did wrong and what you failed to do correctly. You become an expert on how you should have lived those former days. You forget that each day is a process in your growth to maturity and you only see where immaturity reigned in your decisions and actions. Your glance backwards can be so harsh that you often lose some time in the present. And honestly, the present is all any of us really have. No one knows the day of their own demise and it is impossible to go back in time and overturn the events that plague you with regret. Each new day is truly a gift and when you get older you finally begin to unwrap that gift with gratitude and expectation.