Stick to the future

Each of those aspirations

Is the essence of life

Propelling you forward

Into the next day

Planning into the next month,

Readying yourself for next year

No matter the age, continue.

Each look back

Lets the anchor descend a bit more.

Yes, those days were great

And yes, the ones ahead are

Beautiful in and of themselves.

Lift that weight,

Heave it on-board.

Sail on steadily -

Canvas full of wind.

Where is the depth chart?

All those hidden boulders we fear -

Where are they?

Those jagged edges of infirmity?

Well, captain, navigator here -

We are now far out to sea,

Beyond the dangers of the shore -

From here we just follow our hearts.

That could be dangerous -

Follow a heart this old?

What if the sea turns angry?

Where is the comfort in that?

There is no comfort sir -

Look back, we never were comfortable.

And that is how it will continue to be.