Once upon a time there was a little boy.Fresh and young and full of life.He sat and watched the big world moving so fast all around himand wondered when he would take his place in it,and what he would be.He wasn’t big, or strong, and he didn’t know very much.But that was ok because he was alive, and learning,and there was so much to see and do,and that was going to be enough.He was a good boy, but like all good boys, sometimes he made a mess of things.He laughed a few times. He cried a few times.And in a blink the boy was gone.In his place stood a young man.Young and strong and full of life.He was moving so fast it felt like the world was holding him back.He was ready to take his place in it. Ready to be somebody.He felt big. He felt strong. He felt like he knew so much.He was alive and hungry to see and do and be,and nothing was enough.He was a nice young man, but like all young men, sometimes he made a mess of things.He laughed a few times. He cried a few times.And in a blink the young man was gone.In his place sat an old man.Not so fresh. Not so strong. But still full of life.He sat and watched the world moving so fast all around himand wondered if he still had a place in it,and what he would be.He knew for certain he wasn’t big enough, or strong enough, and would never know enough.But that was ok because he was still alive, and still learning,and there was still so much to see and do,and finally that was enough.He was a kind man, and like all older men, he tried to not make such a mess of things.He laughed a few times. He cried a few times.And finally found his place in the world,And in that place he built himself a beautiful life.