As I get older, I look back on the past as something much happier and simpler. At times, I feel like I want that life back. The one where my greatest trouble was how I was going to get that next Batman action figure. The concepts of money and higher education were still very foreign to me. On the other hand, I find that I have a greater appreciation for many things in life as I get older. Things such as music, art, comics, design, nature, etc. So I guess my question is: is there ever an age when I’ll just be content? Happy with where I am. It always seems there’s a strange balance of longing for the past, being caught in the moment, and impatient for the future. Will I ever be satisfied with where I am?