Anymore

Anymore.

We’re not young anymore.

It’s true.

None of us has a say when time slips away.

We live to see our dreams become memories,

Losing ourselves in an ocean of reveries.

But don’t fear an end that comes too quick, pity the lives that never lived.

We’re too brief to be cautious, too small to be safe.

And Happiness isn’t a pursuit when it’s staring you in the face.

Because Joy is a choice, not a right.

And truth is truth, no matter how trite.

So remember, all that’s fragile is pure,

And all that’s forever is a bore.

Embrace it, accept it, feel it in your core.

You’re still here,

But you’re not young anymore.

And when you worry you’re not beautiful, you’re beautiful.

When you think you’re not strong enough, you’re strong enough.

Because there’s nothing in this life that you can’t handle.

Every loss overcome, every tragedy passed, just another trophy for the mantel.

So pick yourself off the floor.

Because fears are made to be faced,

Dreams chased,

And we’re not young anymore.

-Adam J Marcon