When I grow Up...

I want things now.
I hate waiting, and I find that I am incredibly impatient.
I rush through the good so I can find the better, many times without finding that greener grass.
I always wish that the world would see me now, and the potential that I have, rather then waiting until after I have that piece of paper.

I wonder if in 40 years I'll look back and see that I didn't indulge enough in the present.
I wonder if I'll have regrets...my worst fear.
I wonder if I am alone in this, by myself with the feeling of wanting more...needing more.
I always thought I'd have the answers by this time, but I am realizing that life doesnt work on a time schedule.

If life doesn't have the answers, time does...and time is never on my side.
When I grow up I want to have the answers.