twentysomething

I wish life had a fast-forward button

I'd skip from this insecurity, this monotony, this passionless drudge

to the loving spouse, the golden children, the flourishing jet-set career

they say I'll miss this part

nostalgia whispers it in their ear and they shout it at me

"you're wrong" I shout loudest of all

"because I know I was unhappy as a child and I know I am unhappy now"

I wish that I could skip ahead to my favorite scene of life

but what if that scene

doesn't exist?