There are days when I look out the window and wonder a pretty simple question: Was I Born Too Late?

Now none of us have control of when are born or when we die. We are all creatures of the time we live, the ziegest of world that surrounds us. But I have to wonder, Was I Born too Late?

A look back at times past, when I should have celebrated what I once had when I could. I think back to freedoms of yesteryear, and wish I could have been there. I have to wonder, Was I Born too Late?

I look at once green farm fields that are now housing developments. A woods a remember as a child is now a freeway. A remote area, now developed. I have to wonder, Was I Born too Late?

There is no turning back. I can’t live a life that is not mine. I can not turn back the hands of time, or control things beyond my own control. I have to wonder, Was I Born too Late?

Probably not.

I was born into the world that I live in today, and the best I can do is fight to make it a better place.