Running to The Future

Why are we so willing to grow up? Do we really want to prance into our futures without any recollection of what laid behind us? I've always been one to wonder about what may happen but I think the past is such a beautiful, delicate thing that I have a hard time letting go. Imagine, altering just one simple step in your past and the possibilities of change are endless, and that is truly fascinating. Most of us are willing to modify the present to see the future or even just go straight to it, but life begins to lose it's shine that way. We are so focused on running to what's ahead that we forget what we have and who we have. If we continuously run will we ever stop? Will we ever win the race and be happy where we are? And when we get there will it be too late to enjoy it?